Now men are renowned for two things—not being willing to accept directions, and not being able to locate a woman's clitoris with a map, compass, and...GPS. Fine, it's a joke, but I still didn't see anything unexpected. Nice yes, unexpected no. And that intoxicating aroma wasn't present either.I looked at her; she looked back at me, saying without saying that this was my show.Yes I could have made her tell me what I was trying to find out and she would have had to do it. And I would have just made. Cassie was practicing Bo with JW ... and she was really good. For all it was practice there were some wicked blows exchanged.Ever watch the ‘War Club’ dance between Sioux warriors? Friendship STOPS at the door ... or floor. Those guys are Trying to collect a scalp. Broken bones regularly happen.Cassie was trying to do JW a mischief.A sweep and he was on the floor with her Bo resting against his forehead. He slapped the floor with his palm.“Okay ... you can go,” JW said.Cassie dropped her staff. Sarah's sucking on his tongue brought Greg back, and he went back to kissing his lovely woman. He reached in between their bodies with one hand and found her cock. He pressed it against his abdomen letting it slide tightly between his palm and stomach. She leaned back to give him better access. He took advantage of it by taking a better hold of her shaft. She transitioned from moving back and forth to up and down, slowly and cautiously, tightening her anal muscles around his cock, stroking it. She has voluptuous lips and an ingenious tongue. At the same time, her hand steals under his balls, her fingers curling subtly. A thumb applies pressure across the base of his cock, helping to hold him in check from an uncontrollable ejaculation. When she lifts her head to announce it is time, she asks, “What about a condom? I don’t need one but I’ve bought some if you would prefer that.” “Thanks, but it’s better without.” “Good. I hoped you would think so. I want to be able to feel you in.