His physical strength. To let him have his orgasm so as not to make things worse for her.”“Sounds like some of those extreme feminists. Sex is rap....”“Perhaps it has been. That lack of understanding of a woman’s need. Or just not caring. But where is love in that? Making love? I have to think the Casanova’s of the world, or the Joe’s of the world are the ones who realized how grateful a woman is to be brought not just to orgasm, but multiple orgasms. To be willing slaves to the cock or tongue. The Master blinked in confusion for a second, before smiling in a friendly and agreeable way (red dust smeared over his mouth) and resuming his battle with her slacks. For a moment she was puzzled, what she thought she'd said was "Do not touch Moon-Elf, I do not want your gifts, I'll make your dicks fall off". The Master withdrew a small piece of stone with one hand, a sharp piece of flint from a small pocket-like sack at the side of his loin-cloth (stone tool-users, amazing! thought her. "I understand."Well girl, looks like you're going to see if you can figure out how toself-drive that new equipment. Because there is no way you are going to beable to go to sleep tonight as horny as you are.He smiled. "However, that just means I have more time for something else." What?" I asked.Instead of answering, he winked at me. Then he slid down my body, kissingand licking on my boobs and nipples for a few seconds. Before movingfurther south. He paused at my bellybutton, running his. Hose took his mouth from Kristi's tit and straightened up. He moved closer so that his chest pressed against Kristi's tits. Kristi wasted no time wedging Hose's cock into her pussy. She then threw her head back onto Bull's shoulder and sighed as the second cock filled her hole. Bull asked Kristi, "How does it feel to be the slut in a slut sandwich?" My slut wife breathed, "Wonderful." Bull and Hose began to pump her together, in and out. Their cocks were stretching Kristi's two orifices to the.