"The young warriors looked at each other and hung their heads. Fighting Hawk sadly shook his head. He didn't mean to make them feel bad, but the truth...is the bitterest medicine. That night Fighting Hawk was surprised when Little Mule brought him his evening meal. Fighting Hawk could tell that it was all that she could do not to jump on him, but she looked at the other warriors and straightened her shoulders. She left his food and water without saying a word, but her eyes spoke volumes to. It's just that this is kind of.... you know." She smiled brightly. "I was laughing because that is my name. I'm Angel and you are Jon right?" I'm sure she would know my name. My wife was screaming it every ten minutes through the day because she needed to bitch at me over something. "Yes, I'm Jon." "Well Jon, how does this bra fit me?" She took my hand and pulled it up to her breast. "Does it feel like it might be a little too tight? She was rubbing my hand all around her bra covered. So now I reach down and bring it to my lips and my noes can detect the smell of my pussy. I look at the screen and see the girl swallowing her mouth full and since I play by the rules I start to drink in huge gulps. This ends up turning me on so much that as I am about half way through the cup I start to cum again and have to move fast to get the cup between my legs fast. That time I filled it all the way up and some ran over and onto the floor again. What a sloppy slut I am. I now have failed. The climax exploded over us like the surf, bursting and breaking with a power I'd never felt before.I fell down on to her, our breath filling the small space between her hair and her shoulder. I licked her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat."You still want to talk?" she asked, teasing."No, I want to fuck." I climbed up and sat on her face, planting my butt hole on her mouth. She grabbed me by the hips and began to lick me wetly. I fell down onto her, dropping my face onto her shiny puss, still.