His muscles flexing deliciously in the low light. I loved his back, and could just make out the soft red lines my nails must have left on his back in ...he club. He turned back to face me after he had removed his pants and his cock was pointing straight up, and all sleepiness left me. "Can I help you with that?" Oh with this?" His voice was slow and he wrapped a hand around himself, even in his large hand it was intimidating. My pussy clenched in anticipation of it pushing almost too deeply. As the temporary village chief’s squaw she got respect from the other squaws.Were we really going native?I was building a bigger pen for the hens which had begun to lay, when Mataoka came alone to find me. “Ma has the children“ she explained in Indian tongue and gave me a sly smile. I could read her body language and knew she had changed into her buckskin dress so we wouldn’t tear her English clothes. I looked around, making sure we were alone; you could never be too careful, for the Indians. They were playing Jenga! Jenga! Incredible. Anyway, I was looking around at all these women kissing and stuff. And men kissing men. It all looked so civilised. Oh, our waiter Ben is going to be playing there. He is so good at jazz. I digress. One thing led to another and suddenly I was kissing this redhead. I still don’t know her name. I never did learn it, actually. Why’d I never notice that before?“So, there I am, first-year university student, doing everything a first-year should. You know,. I alternate between quick, short thrusts and pulling, spreading at the tight muscle. I am impatient to slip my thick toy inside. I pick up my toy and slip it between my lips, running my tongue around the head, getting it wet. I push it slowly into my waiting mouth, imagining it is his cock. I spend some moments basking in the feeling of my fingers playing in my ass as my mouth is filled. Once I am happy with the amount of saliva I have lovingly applied to my toy, I place the soft head against.