I looked at him and smiled and told him it was ok. My knickers were now around my ankles and Joseph looked lost. "Touch me Joseph..." I whispered. I t...ok his hand and lead it to my area. I pressed his fingers against my clit and slowly moved it round in circular motions. My hand left his and he was now pleasuring me independently. I tilted my head back and sighed, I'd never felt anything so good. I don't think I'd ever been so wet, I always thought masturbation was the best pleasure but now I. She took a large sip of champagne and an ice cube in her mouth and, taking his engorged shaft into her hands, she opened her mouth and took in his cockhead. Her tongue, the ice and the champagne started their own assault. Robert's eyes opened wide as the tingling of the ice cold liquid and the warmth of her tongue seemed to work in unison on him. Her mouth moved up and down along with her hand faster and faster on his erect cock. He pulled her in by the back of her head and thrust inside her. The evening meal would not be as bountiful that night at either cooking fire since more than half of what they carried in their gathering baskets was dropped along the hasty route that they both took. Neither woman would regret that loss though, as both were content to again feast their eyes on their son and brother for the first time in more than a cycle of seasons.A trip of exploration such as the one that Two Bears had just completed, was so uncertain that the people left behind had to. ”“So what’s sex like with him?” Ellen asked leaning forward.“Hey, Ellie, that’s a bit personal!”“Oh, come on, Claire! We always used to talk about everything. Tell!”“It’s always very nice–”“Nice!” Ellen exclaimed. “Nice?” she repeated more gently. “That’s a very ‘interesting’ way of putting it. What do you do? How much variety?”“You mean having sex?”“Yes. Positions? Foreplay?”“Missionary. He’s very gentle. I always enjoy it and feel loved.”“Orgasms?”“He always comes.”“I meant you!”“Not with.