I scraped my savings together, ordered a package called, first love that included a seven inch, hot pink dildo with veiny texture, strawberry flavored...lube, and warming oil. I was all over that tracking number like ants on a lollipop, and practically gave myself an ulcer making sure no one else intercepted my package. Who needs a man when you have three variable speeds and clit stimulation? I may have made the mistake of forgetting to buy batteries, and having to borrow them from my tv. It felt good. As he continued to lick me I knew I wouldn't last long and told him so. He stopped, stood up and unbuttoned his, pulling them down his cock sprang to attention, It was a little smaller than mine. I reached out and touched him, he said "That's the first time anyone has touched me inside 20 years".As I sat down I pulled him closer to me, as he edged forward I put his cock straight in my mouth, moving up and down using my lips instead of my hand to wank him off, after only a few. Most stayed for five, ten years but grew restless or depressed one or two returned to their families at the village but most just wanted to go elsewhere. That's why there are descendants in other towns. There was one or two that I took back to their families and made the village chose another. There were some that just couldn't handle it and I found them at the bottom of the mountain, there were a few that I never found, they had just disappeared. Though I though I knew them enough to know if. .."I want you to hang up the phone and go back to work. Don't forget what happened between us, but let it fade, just a bit-" I can't-" Shhh..." He stopped her, but in a soothing, soft way. "You trust me?" I..." She was in a daze, all she could think to say was... "yes." Then if I promise you that if you wait, until the next time I call, it will be worth it?" Wait? What do you mean wait?" Wait to touch yourself."Her mind reeled."Wait until I call again, with more guidance, to touch yourself.".