I searched the area for any sign of life. We were good, so I motioned to Dana and we moved over to the trees to do our business. I explained we needed...to keep the human waste away from where we live. If we keep clean we live longer. My short sanitation lesson was received well enough and we agreed not mess up our living quarters. On the way back, Dana remembered something we'd forgotten with all the excitement of the lions."When we go get mother and other wives?" she asked.I'd briefly forgotten. But…does he belong with her? Wearing a pair of black thigh-high stockings – his favorite article of lingerie – she reclines on the bed, shows him her slit and invites him to take her. He teases her with his erection, prodding at her opening for endless moments, permitting her pussy lips to wrap around the head of his manhood and hold him. She begs for his erection, begs for it deep inside her. He loves her body, her smile, the way she plays and begs and yearns. He relents and thrusts deep. Every part of his mind screamed that this was not what he wanted, but his body disagreed, and Sam clearly wasn't paying attention to his mind. Involuntarily, his eyes were drawn towards her hand as she moved it from his now-erect penis to her own crotch.Now that Freddie was prepared, nothing was stopping her anymore – nothing except for one more barrier. Her hand went under her skirt, found the soaked cotton and ripped it away. It was a fortunate coincidence that she was wearing a skirt that. Hell yes! I grabbed them and squeezed them a little too hard before Carrie gave me better instructions on their use. After that she enjoyed it or at least she said that she did. Then just as I cum in her for the second time she asked me to pinch and twist her nipples hard. That was different but we both seemed to enjoy it.After that second cum Carrie took me into our bathroom, washed me off real well, and then she sat on the toilet to try and get some of the stuff out of her ass. Watching her.