Im gonna cum! she moaned. The second I heard this, I pulled out, cutting her off right before she climaxed. Why&hellip, she started, but I instantly c...t her off. What? You didnt actually think Id make you cum, did you? I asked. She seemed confused, but I soon reminded her she was being punished, not rewarded. Please. Please make me cum, she pleased. I took a second to consider it. Fine, but you need to make me cum first. But&hellip, she started. Unfortunately, I once more cut her off. Do you. We both collapsed to the ground. When we finally rolled over and looked up into the clearing, we observed a young curious deer watching us. What a day this was turning out to be, and we had no idea that it was going to get better still.We shared words of love with each other, got dressed, and made our way back to our campsite. When we got back to our tent, I was feeling a bit sore from our long hike and asked my husband if he had the energy to give me a massage. He agreed and I pulled a blanket. It was not as efficacious as I had hoped: I remained deeply unsettled, unable to ever quite catch my breath, nor still my racing heart. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see that the rest of my companions were looking at me, clearly just as shaken as I was by the sudden departure of Virginia. Even Dogmeat looked ready to sprawl on his belly and whine, his tail remaining stilled and listless.Raven, if she noticed any of this, gave no sign. Instead, she said: “You must speak with my mother. It is our duty to watch." That's right, and afterwards, she has to kiss your pussy because you used to kiss hers when she was little. That's the law. She told me so herself. Isn't that the law, Mommy?"Mom looked up with a puzzled expression, but immediately caught on and nodded. She returned her bowed head and waited. Grandpa dragged a heavy platform to the space between us and Mom. The main part looked like one of those things that shoe salesmen sit on to help you try on shoes. The ramp-stool.