She moaned and whispered softly about how good I felt and it had been a while since she had been with a man. My task was to make my friend fell extra...dam good. I stared to thrust a bit hard and deeper to work her up to a big climax, I started to pump faster and faster.Bringing her to a climax with each strong deep pump, as she was almost ready to cum, I stopped and slowed to almost a stop. Her body quivered, she was burning hot and ready to cum. She was almost breathless and tried to say. "You're up!" He sounded excited. "You looked so peaceful. I didn'twant to disturb you." Oh my god your bed is the most comfortable bed ever," I told him. "Andthat bath... mmmm."We never got dressed. We just lounged on the sofa watching YouTubevideos for the most of the night until we went to bed. He massaged myshoulders until I shut my eyes. He has magic hands! That first nightwas pure bliss. He held on to my thigh and cuddled with me throughoutthe night. I think I had a good. He did just that and soon he was sawing his cock in and out of my wife's obviously wet pussy. He managed to fuck her for about fifteen minutes before I noticed his ass cheeks tightening. I could tell he was pumping his balls into my wife. He stepped back and his semi hard cock fell from her. I could tell it was shining from the mixture of their juices. He straightened her thong and flipped her skirt back down to cover her ass. He then took her hand and they started coming my way. I almost ran. She, of course, had no idea what a collier was. So, over their meal of bread, sausages, cheese and water, he proceeded to extol the wonders of making charcoal and birch bark tar. She let him talk while she ate. It was pretty obvious to her that he was lonely and wanted someone to talk to—so she listened.He kept talking well after lunch was over. By this point, he had packed his basket back up with the leftovers, and had begun using what he called his drawknife to strip the bark from the trunk..