You do exactly what I wanted you to do: your tongue slips inside. “Oh, da—” my words are cut off. Things happen too fast: I suck you harder and ...aster, you tongue and finger my pussy, until we both moan loudly as we cum.“What next?” I tease, a drunken smile planted on my face.“Get on top,” you growl. I gladly obey. Steadying myself as I climb on top you feel my legs. Are they soft? I bet they are if you won’t quit teasing me. To tease you back is easy, but it backfires. Not only am I teasing. Anne and I started doing Revolutionary reenactments on weekends during the spring, summer and fall. I was a man-at-arms, a Ranger. Anne was my Indian wife. Being half Mohawk on her mother's side was a plus, and she did a great deal of research to help play the part. Her Indian name was Akuti; meaning Princess in the language of her people. She made our period correct clothing, right down to our center-seam moccasins. She would spread a trade blanket on the ground to sell the native crafts,. ” I wondered how that speech went down with Danielle. As much as they’d been snuggly during the game I couldn’t help but sense some distance between them. Keith washing his hands in that way couldn’t be good for their relationship, and maybe after today Keith and Danielle would be history, especially if Danielle lost and he had to watch her get used like that. I suppose a strip show wasn’t all that big a deal in the scheme of things. It seemed that just her act of accepting this latest risk. She had a pitcher of daiquiris and a couple extra glasses that she set down on the table behind me. “Well, that’s a nice change,” I said to her as she bent down. She smiled at me, walked over to me and bent over so I could see down her top. “Oh, the girls thought you should look at some woman sized boobs tonight, since you were staring so much at the little bitty tittys next door all morning.” She laughed at the look on my face and then wobbled her boobs in my face and I did my best to kiss.