My fingers left nothing untouched and her quiet pleasure was evidenced in the manner by which she just lay there, eyes closed, every breath releasing ...he soft murmurings of her pleasure.For a few fleeting moments I leant forward, my lips lightly kissing the tip of her clit before I ran my tongue up and down her wonderful slit of love, and as I did so I experienced the feel of a slight, but exciting tremor run down her thighs, I was tempted to continue kissing and licking her pussy but my. "I am glad to meet you Feather and Diving Hawk. My people have customs where we are polite to each other and we seldom come to anger. We have not had a war or even a small battle in a great many years. We help those that ask for our help. Our land is very different to what you know."I knew that this was not something to be proud of for a native. They lived to fight and hunt. The best game were other humans.I had thought of helping these people and it was easy to think of what they needed. Then it dropped back into place.“Holy shit,” I thought, “someone's watching me.” I slid off the float and looked around for my suit. It had drifted to the other end of the pool. Oh well, whoever was watching had already got an eyeful while I was asleep. I swam down to the other end in full view of the voyeur and got dressed. Later that afternoon, I was curious to see who had watched me. When I went out to get the mail, a middle-aged man came out of the house. I said “Hi” and he did as well,. “Anyway, I owe you ... and Mark an engraved apology, let’s be blunt about that. Here I was, acting all high and mighty, and not an hour later, my own son was ravishing me like the horny slut that I wanted to be. I guess that I’m just not cut out for living the Christian life after all. I’m not sure what this will mean, but Anton assures me that I’ve been living my life wrong, trying to placate what he called a ‘borrowed god,’ no less. In any case, let me just say for the record that ... well, I.