So he wasn't getting a real treat for his effort---but that didn't stop him from trying: at the next stoplight, he seemed to deliberately drop a pen...on the floor so that he could "sneak a peek" as he bent down to pick it up. Soon we were halted at a stoplight, in the middle of the lower level, where signs are posted instructing drivers to use headlights, even though it may be broad daylight in the world above. I sat there.... and a naughty thought came to mind. I'd torture the man, I. I'm not sure how successful I was but I think she understood that my heart felt something special for her. Whether or not she really understood, she used her hand on my cock to get me hard again, then climbed on top, rode me hard, and put me up wet — satisfied, totally.The vegetables began to mature to the point of harvesting. Moxie was familiar with techniques for drying foods as a way of preserving them but was not knowledgeable of the white man's ways of preserving foods. I wouldn't classify. After a few moments you are surprised by the feel of his hands on your hips but it excites you and you push your arse towards him. You feel two tongues on your pussy which heightens your feelings. Then his tongue moves and starts circling your arse. His hands hold you firmly as he licks and nibbles. One of his hands moves and you feel his finger sliding slowly into you. You shudder and let out a cry of pleasure. After a few moments his hand returns to your hip and then you feel the tip of his. About what you two do to each other..." You mean fist-fucking," I teased her. Fran blushed scarlet."Er... yes... fist-fucking," she said, and I knew it had to be the first time she had ever uttered those words out loud."Sometimes it makes me squirm... and sometimes I can't help wondering..." What it would be like to try it?" I finished the thought for her, raising my eyebrows quizzically.Fran nodded, hardly daring to meet my eyes. Bless Nicki and her intuitions."Of course, you can learn to do.