I started to thrust my hips up and down as she gyrated. She kept mumbling “I can't” as she continued to gyrate. It was euphoria inside her, and I ...ouldn't help but think of all those dad's who'd want to kill me if they knew that I was inside their long desired object of affection. She quickly jumped off my lap, and looked at me. “You sneaky little bastard! We're even, ok?” She lubed up her hands once more, before going back to work on me. She was moving her hands so fast on either side of my. I suppose that was not proper for a nice southern raised white wife, however it was what turned me on the most. The first year my husband was at the university, the team made it to the regional finals. We were all excited and I was caught up in the frenzy, basketball fever they called it. The team was to travel to the first round of the tournament by bus. We were loading on the buses and I looked for my favorite player (King, a nice 6'2' guard who was very black). I finally spotted him and the. Oncethere, he quickly removed his shroud and dress and entered the river.The women nearby stood there aghast at what they were seeing. A man,bathing in the river with them. If they were ever seen here withanother man they would be killed. Jim continued to bathe unaware of thewomen staring at him in disbelief. He wiped away the water from hiseyes and there they were, about 12 woman surrounding him in the river.Before Jim could react, the woman were onto him. He was thrown onto hisback. Two women. Logan and Beauty stood in silent contemplation. Holding hands as they looked around their old, cavern shelter. The scorch marks from the battle still marked the walls of the entrance, but the cluster of crystals still glowed with the colors of a new sunrise. Both sulfur hot springs were just as they had left them. As was the bed of moss on which they had slept and found pleasure and comfort in each other, night after night.He smiled. “Not much to look at now, is it?”The fur blanket and pillow.