The rest of the weekend went by without incident; although I think we were both on edge constantly, wondering if/when someone was going to show up. No... a lot was said about the weekend, although we did talk a little about how things were headed, and what we needed to do to take care of things if/when someone showed up 'for her'. I did most of the talking, humbly indicating that I would take care of keeping the k**s busy. Anna had been so sexually exhausted that she really didn't want to talk. Pati ne boob ki aur skin khinchi toh nipple atak gayee aur dard hua. Toh main ne dard se aaahh bhari. Budhhe ka dhyan us taraf gaya. Maine bataya toh pati ka haath hata diya aur zor se skin ko khinch diya.Nipple mein jor se dard ke karan chikh nikli. Budhhe ke chehre pe muskrahat thi, aur dusri wale boob ki skin ko khinchne pati ko kaha. Pati jaan gaya tha, ki woh nahi karega toh buddha jyada jor se kar dega. Pati dhire dhire bahar khincha toh aur bhi jyada dard hua.Buddhe ke kahne pe pati ne. Those senile old women had grown to be very attached to our current location and simply could not bring themselves to leave a place with so many memories. Well, we men felt that way, too, but we were the ones charged with the responsibility for bringing in sufficient meat to feed our large village.It had reached the point that a successful hunting trip was taking as much as three to four days. During very hot weather, the meat was already beginning to spoil by the time the hunter returned to. Sam pulled out of me and he joined me in the bed in his back. I understood what he wanted and get on top of him slowly taking his big cock inside me and began to ride him slowly. As I just came, pussy was slippery and it let him in without much difficulty. When I settled into the rhythm, I looked out for Eric but did not find him. But a few minutes later I found something wet and cold applied to my little hole and knows that should be Eric. With a lubed finger he tried to breach into my virgin.