She tasted amazing, and I let her know that. Coming off my shoulders, she looked spent, her eyes wild and her hair a mess. I pulled her into the bed. ... wanted more; I rarely indulge in women.Rock hard again, I pulled her on top of me, sitting on the edge of the bed. Bouncing her up and down, grinding her against me, I held it back at least three times. I had to pace myself. Feeling her clench around me, my eyes rolling into my head, I felt her come. Backing up in the bed a little, her still on. . just a little bit farther."Finally Gwen stopped. However, after she did, her pussy was so close to my mouth that I could have stuck my tongue out and licked it from top to bottom without even moving my head."Satisfied now that you know how to do it without killing anyone?" I asked.Hesitantly, she replied, "Yes. But..." and stopped."But what?" I asked wondering why Gwen hadn't climbed off me yet.Finding her voice, she continued, "It's just, like I told you, I've never seen one this close. On several occasions, they protected Indians from White bullets with such a wall, and the Indians got the idea that it was the clothes they wore which stopped the bullets. Much later on, this prompted the Ghost Shirts that the Sioux tried to use as armor against the US Army.Sometimes, the advocates of the bullet proof clothes were honestly mistaken mystics, and sometimes, the advocates were pure con-men who were out for personal power. Unfortunately, once the idea got around, it was impossible. I squeesed her lil melons and she let out a small gasp. We parted our kiss and I slowly moved her nighty up off her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra inside and was completely nude now, except for her teddy bear kind pink bathroom slippers. I was in heaven.She got on her knees and started opening my buckle. I was over-eager and started helping her, to which she slapped my hand real hard. I guess she wanted to do it herself. There seeing her from the top, naked..her nipples like two trophies.