"Kiwakka tree gives squaws other good thing, we will keep wanting our man and continue to make little ones to help tribe." She smiled as I took the ch...ld. "You see. You be good squaw... good mother."Whether it was the tea or just me I started to feel warm. Sitting there holding the child I could feel a pressure building in my chest that was quickly becoming uncomfortable. The old woman could see in my eyes the discomfort and said something in her tongue that made a woman come and untie the. All these naked bodies! Writhing and humping under the bright lights. At first I wondered if I could have the nerve to just barge in on some strangers and start fucking, given that everyone seemed to have a partner already. However, it soon occured to me that there weren't just people screwing in pairs, but threesomes and foursomes, all connected by cock, cunt, tongue or arsehole.My eyes alighted back on the teenaged girl I'd seen a moment ago, the one who was on her hands and knees in front of. I pulled his hand with the bottle out and slid off his finger. I turned over onto my knees and presented myself. He was into me quickly with that beautiful fat cock stretching me once more. God it was nice. Warm and stiff and wide. It wasn’t stretching me as much as the bottle had, but it had a warmth and softness that you can’t explain. I rested my head on the back of the couch again while he fucked into me from behind. How many times now? Twenty? Thirty? Not enough, I. Momma was talking about things that Rib Eye couldn't protect him from and Papa was talking about things he couldn't see. He glanced back and forth between them for a moment and decided they were talking about two different and unrelated things. Momma's conversation was obviously more important because it was about safety."Is something bigger than Ib ... Rib Eye going to hurt me?" he asked Martha."No dear," Martha said with a smile. "But, those little animals you can't see that your Papa was.