The silver foxes wife drifted into the room, carrying a half-finished champagne bottle slicked with the juices of her orgasm and followed by a college...aged gym rat with a vaguely embarrassed look on his face. Her attention was caught immediately, witnessing how readily my 24 year old fiancée was submitting to her husband, listening to lustful sounds she hadn't managed to coax out of him for years. Her eyes aflame with passion and jealousy, she immediately locked eyes with me. The game was on.. Her mouth dropped open, she put her hands on her hips, and did her best to look indignant at me for kissing Ann first instead of her.I just laughed. Ann turned me towards April and pushed. "We'll teach you not to be grateful," she said. I fell forward in mock suprise and managed to drop both of my hands right on top of April's tits, which were yearning to breathe free. Despite the tight shirt, her nipples had started to erect, and I played with both of them through her shirt. April gasped when. Since coming to this place and meeting the local population, I’d come to accept that most men had a phobia about taking the mate of a dead hunter as his own. Rugar had explained the logic to me over tea one morning, back in the beginning, when we’d just started to get to know each other. The belief was that if a hunter died hunting it was his mate’s fault.I had asked how that could be so, and Rugar said, “It is believed by hunters that if a mate is unhappy with her mate, because he has not. Another finger added begins to give you that fullness you crave. More spit makes him go deeper. He kicks your legs apart and you sink down on his fingers. It’s intense but he holds them inside of you and gives a firm rub to your prostate as you feel his wet, hard cock slide up between your legs and run alongside your own. Back and forth he slides against your length, giving you a taste of what will soon be buried inside of you.The weight of balls rest against your own with each slide.