I slowly moved my right hand down my panties, pushing my way to my vagina. I was a little wet, but I plunged my middle finger into my pussy, wiggled i... around, and then pulled it up and he could see it was wet. I guided my hand to my mouth. I sniffed my finger and said, “Baby, my pussy is so wet, and it smells so good, want to try it and see?” He just stood there looking at me in awe. So I said, “Ok then, since you’re not interested, I don’t want the juice to go to waste." I brought my middle. More pre-cum flowed as a result.Tyrone began to feel the tingling signs of his climax. It was not quite there yet but he knew it would not be long in coming. Billie for all his faux-naivety could also feel that his patient was approaching an agreeable conclusion but, "...Wait, Oh dear, I haven't got the dish ready. Wait just a moment, let me find a dish."He leapt to his feet and went over to the counter where equipment was stored and picked up the required receptacle. "There, that should do it.. I ran my fingers through her tangled hair and kissed her lightly as her breathing calmed again. Then I began moving my hips; still inside her, her warmth and slickness engulfing me. She wriggled, inviting my pleasure, moved faster, her wet friction building immense pressures inside me. My breath came in short bursts. I closed my eyes tightly, gritted my teeth, my hips matching her rhythm, my hands tangled in her hair. It HAD to escape. I thrusted as fast and hard as I could and. “I don’t understand” said one.Frida, amused by their reaction, explained it again while the boys collected the wood and lit the stove. “And what are the stones for?”“Well the stones are for for putting water on and making steam”, the boys looked at each other and made a show of sadly shaking their heads and smiling at the things westerners do. Frida laughed, the boys had a certain charisma.Abshir, the elder one suddenly had a thought “Can we try?” His brother looked at him as though he were.