It would not help the smell inside, but it would help breakfast one hell of a lot.We splurged with supper and dispensed with most of the meat we'd bro...ght with us. A large bison herd was within a mile of where we were camped and mounted we should have an easy time taking a small one for camp meat. It suited me fine since younger bison should be tender and fat by now. They were well fed by this time of year and I was actually looking forward to the fresh meat. Zakkon and Mendal rode out early. The slit had a fine covering of pubic hair that was a lighter shade of red than on her head. I began stroking her slender ankle, moving gradually up her leg until I was just within inches of that lovely slit. Even in the difuse light that seeped through the bed sheet I saw her pussy was a little wet. This suspicion was confirmed a moment later when I placed a tentative finger just beside the slit. I watched her face to see how she would react. Natalie's gaze shifted from my finger, to her. I've got my hand inside her bikini and she's got my cock out. Then, all of a sudden she says 'go' and pushes me away. I want to stay for one more kiss, for one more feel and for a second she responds. "Go before they suspect something," she says and I comply."Each time I return she lets me stay longer before she pushes me away and each time she asks me if the servants are watching. I report that I've seen nothing, but we're both nervous and it becomes increasingly difficult to hold her ass. Fantasies of secret, illicit kisses sent chills through her, but then she felt guilty for enjoying the thoughts so much. Soon unwanted images of young men with giant cocks began to fill her head. She tried to force herself into reason, but the images only grew stronger. She could almost see the blue-eyed calendar man, cock dangling between his legs, moving toward her.Maybe I will have drawn Alan, she thought. I'll just be kissing my own husband. Then maybe we can stop all this silliness and.