I lifted her chin up with my free arm and looked at her innocent face. She looked frightened, but I slowly kissed her on the lips. She parted her lips...and accepted my tongue. Our kisses turned quite passionate which led to an erection, tenting my shorts.I turned more towards her without losing contact with her mouth. My left hand found it way to her knee and began sneaking up her thigh. Her right hand was resting on her leg. I took hold of that hand and placed it on to my shorts. She rubbed my. She smiled her nice smile and sent me in saying she needed help with the boxes. She showed me where everything went and how to put together her furniture and bed. I saw a box that was labeled, secret stuff. I was curious and she told me that it was her toys like a dildo and vibes. I blushed. “Sorry for asking.” She laughed, "Its okay my dear Jonathan, I am just a lonely old lady who wants to be alone." I was mad that she called herself old. "I don't care if you are old, Carrie. You are perfect. We had not planned on leaving this day, but, rather, were looking forward to one last big party before going home.The women had split their duties this day: half were cleaning up the last of the smoked meat and half were cooking for the feast to come that night. That was plenty enough cooks, so we were in no danger of being short on food at the party.When the feast started, as the shaman, I was expected to give a short benediction before we began eating, so I espoused a rousing rendition of. On those wonderful mornings when I got up early enough I could peek through the window of the bathroom from the space between our houses or from the back porch window that overlooked her bathroom. Then, because it was so hot in the summer, she would get out of bed wearing a delicate, see-through negligee, or white cotton panties and no bra. She wasn't proud of her titties but I thought they were perfect. She was about forty years old I guess but her tits were still perky and oh, so soft and.