Something deep and strong from the very fiber of his being seemed to say, ‘You’ve found her Brett. This is the one, don’t ever let her go.’ As...he pushed his tongue into her willing mouth and their tongues began a dance, the voice from deep within him grew stronger until he knew one thing: He would hold her in his arms forever, if she would let him. When the kiss finally broke, their eyes met again, and although she said nothing, he could almost hear her inner voice answering his. They stared at. I stuck my tongue back into her delicious snatch to get another taste. I put an arm on each side of her and used the leverage to pull myself up more. I put her legs on my broad shoulders. She began to thrash around yelling into the pussy juice soaked panties. I slapped her across the face with enough force to leave a red mark. “Lay back bitch you just might enjoy this.”I lined up my dick with her hole and leaned forward, it took me a few tries before I found where to place my dick. She was so. She walked to the fire that was being built as women were pitching their own standing poled frames to cook meat upon. Her mother smiled from a distance. Little Dove looked around the village and all where in good spirits now, for a feast was beginning to unravel, the meat of the buffalo was trickling into the camp more and more . She heard the familiar rebel cry as she darted to her feet and turned her head around. She saw Hawk galloping into the village. He tossed one handful of meat wrapped. I always felt guilty after, but that was likely the result of Catholic school upbringing.I walked in the door, threw my keys on the table, headed to the closet and grabbed a towel. Normally, mom would be upstairs, and I would use the tub on the first floor. Assuming she was watching tv, her usual routine, I undressed in the laundry room and threw my sweaty clothes in the hamper. I wrapped the towel around me, headed to the bathroom. The door was open when I got there, but to my surprise, my mom.