Now you’d think that was a failed experiment, but that was only half, first I had to entice him, now I had to see if he was, in fact, enticed. Over ...he next couple of days I caught him checking me out, like walking into rooms and immediately looking at my ass. But he never made a comment or move. There wasn’t much else I could do, he just wasn’t going take a shot on his mom. I eventually let it go. I still wore skirts and no undies, just in case… but I wasn’t doing anymore setups like with the. I know at the moment I’m sensitive and way too responsive. I may burst too quickly if I don’t get a breather. And more importantly, I don’t want to be impotent, yet. Not now! Not when I know what’s in that bag and what we’ll want to do after you look inside it. ‘Let’s sleep a little longer,’ I say, almost regretting I proposed it. You turn around and face me, grimacing with obvious disapproval. And to be more convincing, you start rubbing my erection even faster and harder. You pummel your fist. "OH GOD!" She screamed, her intense humiliation adding to her orgasm, "YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!"She could swear that the Wolf was chuckling low in its throat at her predicament, her utter debasement as she orgasmed for him. He kept licking at her juices until she was utterly spent before him... and yet she still felt like she needed something even more. Kristen moaned as she realized that her time with the Wolf wasn't over...The Wolf walked up her body, four legs on either. The tent was a left-over from our " period camping" days. So inside the tent, we had updated our gear. A small cast iron wood burner with a percolator on pot lightly bubbling sat in one corner. A folding table with two chairs sat in the other corner. Against the back wall was the headboard of our rustic queen-sized bed. A good friend of ours made the bed collapsible as payment for Lisa giving him a blowjob.We entered the tent. I lit the stove and Lisa began removing her clothes. She.