I nursed on his dick at the same time, head bobbing. I slid my lips up and down, sucking the entire time. My cheeks hollowed. Drool ran over my chin. ... made such obscene sounds as I loved his dick. It was amazing. Young and firm. His wonderful precum spilled over my tongue. He groaned and panted, savoring the delight I gave him.“I'm going to cum, Mrs. Daniels,” he groaned.Good. I wanted that so much.My tongue danced around his shaft. I suckled with all my might on his cute cock. He groaned, his. Pass me a Coke from the cooler under your seat, would ya'? I got some coffee for you in the thermos under the steering console. I like to tuck it up in there when we are zipping across the lake so it doesn't roll around in the boat.Naw, I ain't got any cups. Just use the lid. Don't poke the cork back in the thermos too hard. It's getting old and hard to pull out.Munchies? Yeah, I got munchies. What's your pleasure: Powdered donuts or the chocolate covered ones? No, the wild rice brats are for. It is about two people getting mentally harmonized. A quick, rough description of what we would call ‘normal’ sex is: foreplay, fucking and orgasm. Tantric is more about two people connecting mentally, as well as physically—the orgasm part may or may not happen but the act of complete connection is supposed to be extremely fulfilling. Also orgasms often do result, but they are not the sole goal.”“And you are telling me all this because...?”“Because, after my mental cleansing, with the sage. ”“We’ll put our tools in the wagon and become cow drovers, Marshal. You headed that way now?”“I am. I’ll catch the wagon with the prisoners and we’ll stop by that fork where this creek comes into the Arkansas. Can you men have them there by tomorrow morning?”“I reckon we can, Marshal, if not, we’ll be right behind you.”“Good, we won’t be making good time with that wagon anyway. You just drive them slow and steady.”“Marshal, you selling these cows to the Indians there?”“No, I bought some land.