Later the next day, I saw an older man walking away from the river and followed him at a distance. He entered a village that seemed to be more civiliz...d or, at least, not as primitive looking as the other I had seen. These people were bow and arrow hunters as well as farmers. I watched and waited again. I also came to realize that I was a better woodsman than they. I had lived with less and had spent time hiding in the woods with almost no weapons.I was cautious and wanted to let things develop. Some fifteen minutes may have passed when Usha came in to my room and literally fell on me like a ferocious tigress. Lying on top of me she took my lips in her mouth and gave me a wet, wild and passionate kiss. My tongue was inside her mouth now and getting sucked in a sweet and hungry way while she spread her thighs on either side of my hips and pressed her cunt over my hardening rod. I could feel Usha mover her hips up and down, sliding over my cock – the heat from her genitals was immense,. Nine days later.“You are sure about this?” Thorn asked. He settled himself more comfortably into one of the deep arm-chairs in the main drawing room at Chequers, the Prime Minister’s country residence in central Buckinghamshire. He was holding a large cup of quality coffee. There was a decanter of excellent whisky on the table near him, but neither he, nor his guest, had so far availed themselves of it.“Yes sir.” Gareth Boase did not look quite so comfortable in his chair. His cup of coffee. " She reaches down and plunges two fingers into me without warning. My whole body jerks and I groan with combined humiliation and pleasure. "Let's see how she cums," the woman suggests. "Don't touch her clit at first, I want to see how she does without that." His hand drops away and she begins to slide her fingers in and out of my dripping wet cunt, over and over. Her strokes are slow and measured, teasing me until I start squirming and writhing, arching my back and thrusting my hips.