My cock bulged against my slacks and tented slightly uncomfortably as I stood my wife noticed my predicament and smiled naughtily. “Oh dear, that wa... fast.” She rose and crossed the living room towards me. I pulled her close and her hand slid down to my cock stroking it with her nails through the fabric of my pants. Electricity flashed through me at her touch and I pulled her into a passionate kiss.Andrea moaned even as we kissed. Her hand slid up to unbuckle my pants and tug down my zipper.. Now we'll keep in that place with aknot in this lovely ladies' headscarf. That should do it. Margaret, willyou do the honours behind. A nice tight bow please."His mouth suitably expanded and gagged, Joyce then smothered him in theremaining stocking, smoothing the 12 denier down to his neck until itfitted snugly over his eyes, nose and muffled mouth."Mmmfp,mmmmmmf," John pleaded as his vocal chords began to work again."Ah, just in time darling."The beauty of Joyce's plan was that while John's. "N-No more....I can't.." He pleaded as his body trembled beneath me. Blaez arched his back bringing his body closer to mine as all the heat in my body raged and seemed to be seeking a release. His body jerked as he reached his climax.I gripped the tree's roots and thrusted hard, driving myself deep within him one last time as I spilled myself inside of him. He bit into his own arm to muffle his cries as a sharp ardor of pain ripped through his hips. My own trembling body then slumped heavily on. ”John asked, “Do you want to make things using the tools and equipment in the store-room? Things for the tribe, or objects for trade, or both?”“Could I use the tools to make art like we talked about, John?”“Oh, you mean a sculpture – an image that you can hold and see it from all angles?”“I think that describes what I am thinking: like what the fisher village man made, but I want to make an image entirely out of wood. What would it be an image of, do you think?”“If it was of a head, it could be.