Each of us played with our food which by then had gotten a little cold though in fairness I think by then we had all lost our appetite for the meal. T...e chat was very general as we played with our food and drank with little being said about our agreement. Finally it was Dave who decided it was time to move the evening on. Well guys, unless either of you fancy another drink or want a dessert I think its high time I picked up the tab and we made a move? I looked across at Lin and she at me, both. “You should see her aunt.”“Oh no, man,” he said with a smile. “Go for the young stuff. It’s tighter and fresher.”“Oh really? And how many older aunts have you tried out?”He just blushed. He was all of eighteen himself. “I wouldn’t mind trying out Stevie that’s for sure.”I considered what he said and remembered how I felt when I first saw her. Had I been John’s age, I’d have had her in bed before she could have filled out a W-4. But I was older now and had better fish to fry. Over the next week,. One of the Indians was a half-breed with kinky hair that made him look like a strange mix of Indian and black man more like an Aborigine than a native Indian with darkened skin more from the sun than from genetics if the truth be known.The oldest boy who had just turned eighteen was called Jake and he was the one that was always smiling no matter the circumstance and she figured it was part of his personality and not false like the young lads living at the Fort just looking for free pussy from. She stood close in front of me, pressing against me, a hand idly teasing a nipple to total rigidity while her free hand was behind me, squeezing my still-tender butt. My pussy rubbed against her leg, sending tingling spasms through my body. Her hand crept down from my tit, stroking its way down my skin and between my legs. A finger stroked along my slit. "Mmm, nice and wet," she murmured, then nipped my neck gently. Her finger kept stroking, then slid gently inside, and I was squirming.