"Yes," the shaman admitted. "But these weren't the spirits you revere. Our spirits were the spirits of the trees, which we believed were people like o...rselves. We would never harm a tree. We gave praise to the trees whenever we made a kill. We believed that the deer or antelope whose life we'd taken was a gift from the trees that had given them life. The Forest People had many myths and legends which we embellished and enriched around the campfire at night. It wasn't only sex we relished when. Ilove the feel of your lips on my body."Not wanting to be outdone by my lascivious wife, I turned my attentionaway from the sexy lesbian kisses and caresses across the other side ofthe room and back to the firm cock of my best friend which stuckinvitingly in my face. I opened my painted pink lips and let the head justslip inside, letting my tongue explore all around it as I stared up atMark standing over me. He was looking down on me with a look of gratitudeand affection that made me feel even. Sarah was cumming on my penis and I was cumming so hard that I soon felt my semen running down my penis out of her vagina onto my leg. She started having spasms within her vagina and her juices and mine were mixing. But finally with a pool of my semen and her juices on my legs we stopped to catch our breath. “Wow that was amazing Andrew. I could feel your penis jerking inside me the whole time. I felt the warmth of your semen as it shot out into my willing vagina. I just want to sit here with. April’s body settled down at last and John finally released her neck. A deep, satisfying breath filled April’s lungs as she panted for her missing air. Her body still pulsed and convulsed from the aftermath of her climax and the fingers that still slowly stroked her insides. John’s lips brushed her breasts as they heaved with her ragged breathing. April looked to her husband through blurred, teary eyes. She watched him softly suck her nipple into his mouth and she sacrificed another breath of.