She opened the door quietly. It was slightly ajar. Gunther was down on his knees. She thought she might have disturbed him while he was praying. When ...e groaned, she realized he was stroking his long hard cock on the soft pillow on the edge of the mattress. She could see his muscular ass cheeks clenching tightly in his exertions to bring his seeds to a boil."Pardon, sir, I am sorry to disturb you, but I heard a strange noise and I am very scared!"Gunther looked over his shoulder with a startled. Everything she taught him put meat back on his bones, energy into his system and strength back into his body. She had even encouraged him to practice his fire skills, to light the fire when they stopped and control the heat to cook their food. One other thing she had given him was a tea to brew. She said it would get his body back into harmony.He didn’t know what plant the tea was made from but every night he drank it before he slept, the better was his slumber. He also slept better if she was. Then she released the banana from her mouth, not taking a bite of it. She extended her tongue, displaying a tongue ring and ran it across the tip of the banana. John dropped the fruit on the floor and retreated back to the privacy of his study. Once alone, he plopped down in his chair, unzipped his khakis, and pulled his erect penis out. He couldn't believe what just transpired in the kitchen.His hands trembled as he slowly stroked his pulsating dick between his thumb and fingers. He closed his. Neither of them had a cell phone, and it wouldn't have mattered if they did, since there's no service in the tight valley anyway. I offered to give them a ride to somewhere a little more safe and comfortable, and they gratefully accepted, asking me to take them home, since it wasn't too far away.As they got in the car, I looked at them a little more closely. The daughter was about 20, overweight and under-dressed in the way that so many poor southern women are. Mom was also overweight but.