I was walking from my home office in the den to the kitchen for coffee. Lily was finishing the dinner dishes at the sink. The under-counter stereo pla...ed a smooth jazz CD. Lily moved slowly, her hips swaying to the music beneath her skirt. Something in the simplicity of it stopped me. I stood there watching her dance under the amber cone of the sink light. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she dancing in a memory, a fantasy? Was I there with her? Had I gone away? These last two questions. She sat up suddenly. Was it over? Oh no! She reached over and got a string of little foil packets. Rubbers! She said, “Watch carefully”. Using her teeth, she tore open one of the little packets and took out a circular roll of rubber. Then she leaned way over me and took my purple penis, still stiff as a pole, in her mouth! She slid it into her throat, paused for a second, and then withdrew leaving it flooded with saliva, and on fire. Next she deftly placed the rubber on top of my cock and ran. Another scene depicted teepees and fire dancers. In another, a Brave stood in the middle of a pack of wolves. Others showed bears chest deep in streams, and panthers in trees. Eagles and hawks flew across the ceiling. ‘This isn’t a gold mine. It’s an Indian cave.’ Tom didn’t know the correct term, but the granite niche was obviously a place for spiritual rites. He shivered, not from the cold but from the miraculous discovery. Just when he’d doubted the journey’s purpose the Great Spirit. She might have been a plain Jane to her classmates, but she came to the conclusion that this was mostly due to her own quiet and withdrawn manner. Why, her face was rather pretty, if she was an unbiased judge.“You stop that.” She giggled, giving her penis a sharp little pinch when it gave a little stir and threatened to grow stiff while she openly admired her own bare breasts. “I already suckled on you in the tub! Be good!”She started to put her hair up in her usual bun. No, she’s wear it down.