For one thing, his feet hurt. He'd lost his sandals, swimming the river, and he was tired, thirsty, and ravenously hungry. Stumbling along ahead of hi..., prodded on by their captors' spears, Jewel and Lyssa looked like they were in even worse shape than he was. The sun was sinking behind the trees when at last they came to a mediumsized clearing in the forest. Looming before them in the gathering dusk he saw a rude barricade of logs interwoven with brush. Their silent captors herded them in. ........................" ..................Oh yeah, this is where I was in the story. I'm going to have to rub my puss, Denis, please look if you want to. Sometimes I get to breathing hard and I have to stop talking. Right now I'm rememberiing Rachel grabbing my ass the way she did." "Rachel picked up his hand, put hers on top of his, and guided him around the slope of my ass until it was on the part of my panties right over my coochie.............I didn't quite expect that, but then he. " With that, both girls blushed furiously, but I continued. "It's intimate, and sexy, and I love feeling her body move under my mouth. And around my fingers." Sara's jaw was in her lap, but Beth was smiling knowingly. We were quiet for a moment, then Beth asked if I'd ever gone down on anyone else besides my wife. I replied that I hadn't and I asked "Why?" "I want you to go down on Sara," she blurted out, before Sara could stop her. "Wait. What?!" Sara responded. "She's never had anyone eat her. There was nothing sexual, even when she opened her thighs so I could work on them better. Or I should say there was nothing sexual on my part. When she parted her thighs, her scent hit me, light, but not fruity, a scent which left a nice aftertaste in the back on my mouth. Myn was a little turned on, probably from being relaxed after this morning's stress.Her calves were also well shaped and strong, as were her ankles. They looked like a dancer's ankles, but not with the same flexibility..