Once there she asked Don if he wanted to come in for that drink now and he said he did.Don followed Tracy into her home admiring her nice backside as ...he walked in front of him.She walked to what appeared to be a liquor cabinet and asked, “What can I get for you?”Don came up to stand next to her and said looking into her watery green eyes, “Can I ask you a question first?”With a faked southern drawl Tracy said, “Well sugar, you can ask me anything you want.”“May I kiss you?”He could see that. I hugged my wife wrapping my arm around her belly. I noticed that she was wearing her nightgown which she rarely ever wears, she normally just wears a t-shirt and panties, also her Tummy felt looser not bigger just not firm. ( my wife works out a lot so her whole body is really toned) Then when my naked still hard cock made contact with her butt cheeks I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I thought that’s weird she never sleeps without her underwear.I was laying there wondering. Meanwhile we headed down the sloping path, crossed the shallow river, and headed off for our visit.We reached Routata's camp by early afternoon and they all welcomed us. I saw Growlett's former hut was still being saved for our use and while I talked to Routata the girls made us at home in it.He told me they had sent someone up to let me know they were ready to try catching horses about a week or so ago, but the man had come back saying he was sure he'd found our cave, but hadn't found us. He could not avert his gaze from her big strong exposed powerful thighs. Waves of lust flowed through him as he longed to relieve his urges. Tight skirt and Thong stood back and stared conspicuously at their respective victims penises, both were steel hard now, with the foreskins partially retracted, the purple head of each mans glans clearly visible. Tight Skirt spoke “You are both useless pathetic males, it was no contest, your efforts to fight us were pitiful, beaten up with the greatest of.