I showed it to my friend next door and noticed that though he didn't move much, he moved his hands in his crotch a little and I could detect a steady ...otion or massaging taking place there. That was all the encouragement I needed. I stood up and let him see it sticking straight out from me. I guess I figured he would be carried away enough to stick his hand right through the hole and grab it. I guess you can't figure Indians like you figure most people. He didn't move a muscle and finally I sat. She looked up at me and tried to smile, but my dick didn’t allow her a full smile. I smiled back down at her letting her know how much I was enjoying her work. I could feel myself start to climax and I wanted her to know. “God Amy, I’m about to cum. You need to stop or I’m going to cum in your mouth.” She looked at me and didn’t stop. She actually picked up her pace, sucking harder and faster. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Is that what you want?” She didn’t answer, she just continued to. Not quite a rustling of dry autumn leaves, not quite the gentle whisper of a fresh breeze through the pines behind their cottage — no, the sound was more a sigh. It was, she thought, as if the earth itself had sighed. She dropped the potato she had been washing and walked to the open door. Tomas was gathering wood for the fire, yet whatever she had heard — the experience had been hers alone. Her husband swung his axe with great care, split wood into fragments that would provide heat for the. She pulled the dildo's head from his mouth and knelt down on the floor next to the bed. "Drew, you trust me don't you?" she asked as she looked into his eyes. "Of course I do Tess. Why?" She stood up and returned to the open closet. She picked up three long silk scarves she had left on top of the drawers. As she walked back to the bed her cock swayed and Drew smiled, he couldn't take his eyes off her new appendage. In fact he was beginning to get an erection of his own and he wanted her in his.