” We watched as she walked over, her skin tight dress drawing attention from the entire bar. She stood before me, facing me. “You called.” “Ho... much do you need to pee?” “More than anything else in the world, but you haven’t told me I can go.” “You can go here, now. Under the table.” I didn’t know at that point whether or not she would go through with it, in front of all these people and with Mark openly gawping. But she just clambered under the table and squatted with her legs spread and her. His legs trembled as I slowly stroked it and cupped his balls all the while looking up into his green eyes; I began to lick the head. My pussy needed to be stuffed; I needed his cock but decided he would be in charge of that episode as I was along for the ride of my life. I licked and sucked on the head while stroking his nice shaft and squeezing his great ass. I tasted a little dribble of cum and began to slow down, “No, don’t stop,” he pleaded, “ I can cum more than once.” And he. We went by several ponds of various colors, some hot and some cool. One boy tasted the water of one pond and said it reminded him of the taste of beer. Many of the people were eager to leave this unworldly area, but the wagon master told us the area would take at least three days to get through. We finally stopped for the day near a collection of mineral springs. One gusher made a high-pitched whistle when you came near. One man said it reminded him of a steamboat whistle like the riverboats on. We sat leaning against a tree, with her head against my shoulder. I put my arms over her shoulder and she purred. With little help from her my hand cupped her soft breast. Her nipple found its way between my forefinger and middle finger. Real long and hard. She tested my hardness over my pants. 5 mins of this and she suggested that we go to her pad. She had a neatly done up place. She wanted to be worked upon very hard and immediately on entering started to pull off sari. I talked her into.