Having her rub me was so much better than doing it myself. I was much more relaxed about it as well, so I didn't rush out afterwards. I thanked Mum wi...h a kiss and walked slowly out. Not as sophisticated as I wanted -- difficult with a big wet patch all over the front of my shorts -- but not the embarrassed bent-over rush I'd done the day before.The next day I was anticipating more fun with Mum all through my shift. It wasn't to be. After dinner, Mum put the babies down and picked up one of the. The sound of her orgasm, and the wonderful release of mine.I lay there, feeling her, remembering her, and listening to her breathe. My cock was hard again, and I was tempted to turn and kiss her good morning, but something stopped me. Perhaps I was scared the dream would pop. It was just as well, because I'd have missed something else.As I stayed still, listening and feeling, I heard giggling, from outside the tent, and then someone unzipped the door. I didn't know quite what to do. It could be. His cock had a salty sweaty smell and taste that was so very masculine, so arousing. I inhaled his scent as my mouth inhaled his flesh. My saliva made my mouth and hand slide effortlessly up and down his cock while my tongue danced over it. He moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. He didn’t force me down, but ran his fingers through my hair while I sucked him off. As I sucked and licked on his pecker his hand went to the dripping wet snatch between my thighs. He fingered my lips, and. "Part of it has to do with forcing the man to commit to his bride in the case of an arranged marriage, and part was because when a man wanted a bride, he'd kidnap her from a neighboring tribe and cover her head with a blanket so she couldn't see where she was being taken. It's also a symbol of modesty and purity. Oliver said to wear what would make me happy, and I chose this because it reminded me of the pictures of my mother when she married my father." Then that's what really matters," she.