"There was a long pause. "Yes!" she said again. She was savoringmy confession in her mind.Then she began talking almost to herself, almost as if I w...ren'tthere. "How about imagining me with a woman? Our two bodiessixty-nining, her face in my honey pot, my face in hers? Thatnever occurred to you? That wouldn't be as tormenting I suppose,because then there's no competitive challenge, no threat to yourmasculinity. Oh, to your male ego maybe, but not to your manhood. Men never measure their. Not that Estelle is that big in the boob department, but hers are bigger than mine. I reckon mine will look more like hers once I’ve had a couple of kids. I swear I could detect the faintest whiff of an aroused woman as we stripped her out of her dress and laid her out on the bed in just her undies. Like with Bonnie, I hung up the dress and then undid her hair-do and removed the pins.It felt a bit weird to be doing all that to my mother but I kind of pretended she was a slightly bigger version. “No one from this place came to the village, but hunters did encounter men from this village from time to time. First time two hunters died. After that hunters knew better. Most kept away, but some like Makor dealt with outsiders. Bob might have met him. I can’t say for sure.”I let it go at that. I thanked the trio and then told the others what they’d told me. I fell back on English so Terry would understand. Sygor and Kim translated for Ozmat.“It’s possible the man knew about the village. As if guided by fate I used it. I stuck i inside her. She moaned. "More..." She uttered. I began to fuck her with the candy cane stick. She stopped her activities, removing me from her mouth, and resting her head on my thigh, taking in her own ecstasy.We re position. This time I am sitting up, back against the head board of the bed,Her head,resting in my lap, nibbling on my cock head, she takes the candy cane herself, she preferred it that way. She inserts it. She loves this new sensation. Her.