"Why don't you get on your knees," I eventually suggested."How does that work?" she asked. I was again surprised, this time how at one moment she seem...d so experienced and at the next, so naive. I couldn't have been too long ago that she lost her virginity. But she pulled off of me and knelt at the edge of the sofa, with her arms on the backrest. I knelt below her and saw how moist her bush was between her legs. I licked her calves and up her thighs. I kissed her pubic hair and tasted her. It was that simple. Undaunted, I tried to continue, if I couldn't get her shirt off, then mine would come off. If I couldn't get her pants off, then mine would. Well, not really. As I was only 17 at the time, I was still a little reserved. If the girl wouldn't get naked with me there was no way that I was going to expose myself. I undid the button on my jeans and unzipped my fly. And there we stayed for the rest of the evening. Now you may think that this saga ended there, but it didn't. Almost. As I sat down on his face and wiggled my clit over hislips I could feel my orgasm building. Mark was suckingmy clit like a madman that reminded me how he used totake me when we first met. After about five minutes ofgood hard clit licking I exploded right over hisflicking tongue and stiffened like a board while helicked me over and over. I made my way back to his cock and straddled him andleaned forward so that my nipples were swaying rightabove his mouth (I love that). Mark reached around. With my arrow nocked and drawn, Grey Fox quietly opened the door for me. The leader died silently, the woman beneath him not aware for several seconds that he was dead. By then, I had my hand over her mouth.“We’re here with the Army to rescue everyone,” I whispered, receiving a nod confirming that she understood. Her eyes were still as big as saucers, though.“There aren’t any guards in the cellar tonight,” she whispered. “Too many of their men are off trying to capture a steamboat.”“We know; we.