I didn't know what to do. He reached down and slid his hand under my shirt. He rubbed my chest, then leaned down and rubbed my stomach. Whispering he ...aid, why don't we take this off. I started feeling funny as he unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling it off he said, let's sit by the television. I don't know why, but I followed him. He sat in the chair and pulled me in front of him. Looking up he asked, did you have fun yesterday. Nodding my head I squeaked out yes. Putting his hands on my chest he. I cupped her breasts and caressed her nipples feeling them becoming hard and pointy. As I drove, I slipped my free hand between her thighs, gently slowly sliding my hand up and down her inner thighs, feeling the inside of her legs, brushing up against her moistening pussy and pausing to give attention to her clit. Fortunately there was very little traffic. As the kilometers passed by and her horniness grew, she lowered her posture and lazed back in the car seat, placing her legs on the dash. After the first bite I knew it too and I also figured Routata had never tasted anything so good. Since Catla served piping hot cathead biscuits to go with it we were having a real live feast. I was feeling a little guilty about the way we were eating until I noticed everyone else in the cave seemed to be having the same thing.The blueberry pies Rose served for desert were just overkill. Routata actually looked like he was shocked to put something so good in his mouth. Of course Rose was. . . suchavenous zest! He assisted my hand, in fact, he pre-vented my hand from making his instrument driveinward with fierce, cunt-ripping force. With the skillof a master he slowing, gently and almost painlesslydrove his big Bertha home.As it tunnelled its way in and in . . . God, the plea-sure was great!I now realize how much I could have spoiled mypleasure had I been allowed to do my will, that is,rush his in with brutal force.Only the women who has been fucked by masterscrewers are able to.