That doesn't help me, woman!" His voice startled the zephti under him. He automatically reassured the animal."I'm not mad at you, girl. Just frustrate... with my wife."Charles shifted his bundle a bit closer to his chest. She was snoring softly. She was obviously tired. It had been two hours since they had the attack. He had gently rousted her every hour to make sure she was 'okay'. He had read somewhere that concussions were nothing to play around with. Kat had hit her head pretty hard. She had. As he continued to jog, he did realize he had one regret. He was happy to have focused all his time on her; but now he was in extreme pain. Within his scrotum there was a dull ache. It was the result of the excitement and fondling that he had experienced without an ultimate climax. He wanted to take care of it right then and there. Coincidentally, he was now jogging past the back doors where he had been with her three nights earlier.As his gait took him past the back entrance he realized just. I soon got undressed and told her to suck my cock so I would be ready for him but then he said he wanted to see my fuck her like I had told him about so she got on her hands and knees and in I went ramming my hard cock into her now wet cunt after a few hard deep strokes she said she was cumming that's when he stuck a lubed finger into my ass oh my how I nearly shot my load, I told her I was going to fuck the old man and she could watch she told me she was going to be fingering herself whist I. As he continued to explore his body and the treatments he had received, a small mound by the fire stirred. A pile of blankets and pelts tumbled to the floor, and the girl straightened up, rubbed her eyes and looked around. Hester’s breath caught in his throat, this feral girl, with her hair unbound and her skin flickering and pale in the soft glow of the dying fire seemed suddenly like a vision. Hastily, he called images of his wife to his mind, ignoring the untamed, ethereal temptation before.