Closing her eyes, she dreamed of Him and her, fucking in exhibition. Him and her, in theesomes and orgies, but always touching. Always connected. E...erything they’d ever wanted, no restrictions or judgement.Fire licked down the backs of her thighs and she felt her hips thrust. “I want you to fuck my face,” he’d said.Oh god.“Fuck!” Orgasms crashed through her, thrashing her limbs. She grabbed a pillow, pushed it into her face with her free hand but rode the vibrator like she would his. We greeted each other and I hold her and we went for coffee in restaurant.To my luck only table in corner with two chairs was available and we took our seat. She was smiling. We just talk to each other in general and now I put my hand on her leg and was moving se had shivers and was also holding me. We had coffee and by the time we fiinsh we were nearer to each other n I did touch her back rolled my hand n felt her cleavage too. She liked and said hey Mukesh you are naughty.I told her hey. Floors were generally covered with woven grass mats to keep their feet warm and dry.Cushions were provided for people to sit upon; made of animal pelts fashioned into a pouch stitched on three sides, the open end allowed for dried grass or animal hair to be stuffed inside and was folded over. In the smaller room, a raised earthen platform covered with layers of furs provided a cozy place for sleeping.It was not unusual for two families, or an extended family, to share the same dwelling as this. Life would quicken in us. Our child. He rammed his cock into me.“Yes!” I moaned, my back arching. My cunt clenched down on his shaft. “Mr. Michaels!”“I know,” he groaned as he sank deeper and deeper into my pussy. “Mmm, that's it. That's what you need.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my cunt squeezing around his dick. I wiggled my hips in slow circles, my pussy melting around his thick shaft. “Oh, Mr. Michaels!”“I know,” he panted and drew back.My pussy clenched about his dick. I held him tight. I gripped.