He walks forward toward the tree that lies int eh midst of the envioment. The tree fills him with peace and the fire within dies and he grows more rel...xed. He sits down under the tree feeling somewhat protected from the allments of the land. He sighs and closes his eyes and falls asleep against the tree. He opens his eyes as birds chirp in the trees. He yawns and opens his eyes to see the land hes not used to. He looks around wondering where he is but remebers what had happened. He looks at the. She started shaking her head violently just a beheaded chicken. I went down and kissed her cheeks and lips tenderly and said, “I am giving you what you have been deprived of for many years. If you say no, I will go away”.She remained silent and I started thrusting my dick into her very tight pussy.“Tell me to go away.” She put her hands around my back and said, “Slowly. It hurts. You have got a thing.”“Ohh mom. But your hymen gone long ago“ I kissed her and now with a full thrust I entered her. Marsha moved down Lana's body until her face was mere inches above Lana's puffy mound. Sensuous bolts of electricity radiated from Lana's pussy as Marsha trapped her hood covered clit between her lips. "Ohhhh," Lana grunted. She grabbed a fistful of Marsha's hair and pulled her face even closer to her sex.Marsha pulled the crotch of her friend's panties aside and licked at the inflamed lips that guarded the opening to her heavenly delight. Slowly, softly, tenderly; her tongue caressed Lana's. However, there is no doubt that I did find this new experience terribly exciting, particularly when she repeated the performance later, with a small audience similar to Wednesday evening's.This is how the next few weeks passed. Sessions Wednesday or Thursday evenings, then Saturdays, when she introduced me to new experiences, firstly in private, later with a small group of spectators. Nothing in the days between. I never slept at her place again, and I never penetrated her again. One evening I.