My hands combed through his hair and wandered down his back. My fingers traced his spine. When John started to curl his pointer finger inside my love ...unnel, he found my G-spot. My back arched, my face rested on his shoulder. I moaned into his ear, letting him know how much I loved what he was doing to me.I told him to try to thrust his fingers in and out, which he did. He mixed the speeds up, finding his own groove, and what would give him the best reaction from me. It wasn't too much longer. We reached Panjim by afternoon where she did a little bit of shopping.We had our lunch with a glass of wine and we went to the room to take rest. This time she took initiative and put her hand on my chest and I started to kiss on her face, she put her lips on mine and it started with a long and deep French kiss.I was caressing her back with my hands and later on it happened to be with her whole body I was pressing her 34 b boobs over her one piece and I unzipped her dress from back and I. Now remember, something in this world had caused the population to be kinky, whether it was the Pink Plague or something else, I don't know. It is thus not surprising that someone quickly came up with a rather enjoyable and popular solution. Janet Carbuncle, a senator's wife from Mississippi, suggested an identification law that would do the following:1) Make it illegal for slaves to wear any clothes without their owner's permission.2) Make it illegal for slaves to hide certain body parts. I presume that water had been trapped by a layer of hardpan just below the surface. Once I determined the direction they were headed in, I rode ahead to try to set an ambush.I found a clump of brush suitable for hiding my horse and hitched him there. Taking my rifle, I climbed up a small ridge and waited. I had time for a light lunch and a drink of water before the Indians hove into sight. They were riding horses, and they were in no hurry. I counted 22 riders by the time the last one came into.