And so I found myself not being able to enjoy oral sex, or any sex for that matter, as often as I used to. Life just got in the way, and I suppose we ...ere lazy enough to let it. But one Saturday morning I woke up with a raging hard-on and a realization that I couldn’t remember the last time I didn’t take care of it myself. That made me think about the last time I was buried between the knees of a beautiful woman, enjoying her pussy, and I couldn’t remember that either. It was a frustrating. Her rippling stomach and her perfect shoulders were bare, and she was holding two shiny silver barbells that looked like they weighed about a hundred pounds each.God, that girl fucked me, Laura thought, swallowing reflexively. She made me pass out.She picked up the magazine and looked inside, hoping for more pictures. And she wasn't disappointed. There was a whole photo layout featuring Brandi. In each picture she was provocatively posed, and clothed, except the first one. There, she was spread. I called a meeting of the entire population and told them that I was training Homer to take my place as defender of the camp if anything ever happened to me. The ceremony made quite an impression as I sang "Stout Hearted Men" as a special token to the gods. Luckily, I remembered the whole song, except for little bits here and there, and I faked them. Homer became quite proficient with the gun, and I wished I had a spare to let him use, but that was never possible as long as I needed it.One day,. I increased my pace and stroked faster as Rachael's pussy tightened around my finger."ughhhhh...."Rachael cried and my fingers were bathed in her warm juices.I stopped fingering but left my fingers inside her pussy not bothering to pull them out.I pulled my fingers out finally and brought them near Rachael's face."Lick them clean,see how good you taste"I said.Rachael obliged.I pulled out my fingers from her mouth and positioned myself between her legs.I brought down my head just over her.