There are lots of places to slip into out in the boondocks. Fun places. Hidden places. I had one that interested my brother. A place he wanted to slip...into. He carefully negotiated me out of my pants. It was just my first opportunity to be easy and I jumped at the chance. We probably didn't do much that first time but I had easily slid over the edge of the slippery slope.Within a few days or maybe weeks, but certainly by the end of that summer, I was hooked on just about every kind of sex known. He could hunt, was a good hunter in fact, but, if he were to spend his time hunting, who would make the arrow points or the knives? Who would keep the steady metal making going? He had trained boys in the making of metal, but none so far had shown the necessary interest or commitment that it took to be a good metal maker. His foundry was open to any who chose to work the metal, but season after season, it was only him that pounded out all of the points and blades for the village, and for trade. ."Come on, Kitten, you can do it..." she assured her. Ariel looked and saw aface that was not teasing or mocking her, but encouraging her. Cassandrawanted Ariel to let go completely, to give herself into the moment. Thestroking, the soft words, the closeness, it all wore Ariel down. No onebesides the two of them would know, she could do whatever she pleased,right?Ariel, with help from her lover-to-be, put her hands down. Her eyes wereteary as she spoke again "M-meow...can I-" Can Ariel.". How I wish I could roll her over and make love to her all night. She looks so sexy, with her t-shirt barely covering her ample ass. Patience.Moving to the foot of the bed, I kneel down and take one of her feet in my hands. Pulling and stretching each toe, she coos. I squirt some lotion on my hand and go to work on the pads of her feet, kneading and rubbing. Low moans escape her lips now. Taking my thumb, I stroke her arch up and down until I feel her feet relax. As I rub circles around and.