It was a common thing here to have more than one mate. People on this world didn't consider making love as the shameful act it was in his world.Someti...es it was the female that had more than one husband. When one of her men was gone hunting - sometimes it was a matter of weeks - she had her other mate to protect her at home. When a man was very skilful at hunting, or if he had some prestige such as being chief or shaman, he would have more than one wife, and that was his privilege.After all,. It was too little, too late. She knew it and I knew it.“Do you need to get a drink of water and cool off a bit?” she asked as she peered down at me, taking a step backwards.I quickly made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a cup and stuck it under the faucet. As the water filled the cup, I felt a hand on my butt.“We’re going to have to work really hard if we are going to be successful,” Sandra said as she openly dug her hand into my butt cheeks.I quickly spun around, spilling water all over the. ’ He nursed on the nipple for a short time, went to the one on the right, and ministered to it the same way. She was expecting the bite this time, and did not react as violently. Instead of hitting him, she pressed his head to her breast, and moaned. His hand traveled south, and played with the sparse curls of her platinum blonde hair. Her pussy reacted, and began to leak. His mouth went north, kissed her throat, neck, ears, hair, and eyes, but never touched her lips. Patricia’s eyes told the. He held me tightly as if afraid I’d fade away like a wet dream if he let go, and I squeezed down to give us both added pleasure.This pushed him over the edge. Reaming me mercilessly like a sex doll, he thrust fast and hard into me, crouched over me like a teenage boy in the last throes of desire as he used another or abused himself. Soon he was screaming wordlessly as I fucked back, his swollen balls banging hard against mine, his cock drilling me like a machine, and then he crouched slightly.