As always, my women had continued making them for everyone in the cave, when I was off managing other matters. They’d made enough for everyone. With...them, they’d made wooden utensils. We had a great cottage industry going. Now however we also had cups, bowls, plates, and metal utensils from the kitchen container that had been part of what we’d taken from the compound, and as such, Clara was now coming down on hygiene. In the past, people in the village had simply rinsed their bowl and utensils. They were glazed with lust and desire, Sherry observed with deep satisfaction."I can make you feel better, daddy, but you have to take me with you all the way," she suggested in soft whisper. Come on! Listen to your body! She silently urged him with her slow caress on his cock.Frank groaned in frustration, "I can't let you do that, sweetie, you're my only baby!" he said defensively, to himself maybe?"I love you, daddy. Touching you makes me happy too, you know. Look at me, daddy, look at. Mike guided the head between my wife's wet swollen pussy lips. Then while holding onto her hips he pulled her back onto his cock. She let go of the tailgate and stood up right as he still pushed into her. When he was buried deep into her he moved his hands to cup her tits. They both stood dead still for a while. My wife looked at me and with lust in her eyes she mouthed Oh my God. Up until then I had said a word. I spoke up and asked her if it felt good. She said fuck me you big dick mother. Somehow he managed to struggle out of jeans and boxers – at least enough to drop them to his ankles – then Anne was back on top of him, barely pulling her panties aside before taking his dick into her wet, warm pussy.He looked deep into her eyes, finding more lust than sense in her gaze as she started bouncing her hips up and down, slow for a second and then frantically once she had settled down. He noticed he wasn‘t going to last long with her rhythm being as fast as it was unpredictable, her.