Can he still tell how fast her heart's beating?She's so sweet, so cuddly, but he should still shoo her back to her own tent. There's no bear out there...The folks might hear her in here! Probably not, though, as Mom sited his tent at the far end. She shouldn't have got in his sleeping bag, though!She'd seemed willing this afternoon when he'd felt her. If she'd really been sleeping, she'd not have stopped breathing. Her breast was so hard. He really couldn't feel much specific through her little. She reached down between her legs. Her eyes driftedclosed. She rocked on her hand. I got behind her andwatched what she was doing. Two slim fingers weresliding in and out. She was sometimes touching her clit,but it was mostly all centered inside, on that spot thatseemed to make her shudder every time she touched it justright.One of her ass cheeks had little red marks on it. Itouched them lightly and she jerked. She stopped moving.I waited for a moment, then slapped her ass.‘Did I tell you to. Plus, now there was me outed as no longer the virgin. I could fuck with impunity, or something like that.It’s not just about you when you are that well trained. Our commitment would not be satisfied unless the wives were totally satisfied in a manner precluding any guilt whatsoever and left everyone in love, accepting one another as equals, wanting more of the service in the future. That’s why perfect cunnilingus was our mantra moving forward, possible gateway to rich and versatile fucking for. We spent our days cutting logs and hauling to our stash on the shore of that lake. By nights we would sit by the fire and talk like men do when alone and so far from home. Some man had hauled up a piano on the back of a horse. It sat cockeyed on the shore, and he would stretch out his talon-like fingers and begin to play. Tess would get half-liquored up and begin to sing. I would lay on my bedroll, and look at the stars, and drift away in the words of her songs. Our raft was as sturdy a craft.