As I was recalling this, his hands slipped up my thighs until they cupped my buttocks. As he squeezed them, his thumbs pressed against my damp pussy l...ps; slipping between them. The silk gag muffled my groaning, half in protest and half in encouragement. I writhed beneath his strong hands, pressing myself harder against him. I could not help but want him, whoever he was."Not so fast, babe…" Came his whisper in my ear. His weight lifted from me, momentarily freeing my legs.Before I could react,. I built it from parts I got from the Log Cabin catalogue. But the style copies one of Samuel Hawken’s original 1815 guns ... a Rocky Mountain Rifle. Five cans of Swiss ff rifle powder, one can of Swiss ffff priming powder that should last until I can trade for more. Three steel ‘hawks that I cut out of a 48” sawmill blade and then forged; two “Green River” butcher knives, three straight razor patch knives, a Spanish fighting knife and scabbard. My hunting bag, belt, leggins, breechclout, hard. We all chatted and got on great. When she went to the ladies room, my wife, who is usually up for some fun on the occasions we get the chance, asked whether I would be up for inviting her back to the room to see where things led. No prize for guessing my answer!We chatted on with the talk getting sexier and sexier. Eventually we all staggered back to our room. By the time I had locked the door, my wife and Laura were kissing hotly on the bed. I let them carry on and I started to kiss my way up. It was time to take my plan to the next step. I began to lick lower and lower each time I tongued the length of her slit, finally sliding my tongue over her ass. She gasped for air in shock but didn't jerk away, and she eventually grabbed my head with both hands as I jabbed my tongue at her most private place. I continued to rim her for a few minutes, Melinda was moaning and grinding like a woman possessed. I felt her tense up and she exploded in orgasm. I got up to my knees and grabbed her.