Damn, they were all good at that one. "Heather, he may be yours but I haven't had my turn yet."Then came the kicker from Chelly, "Get over it Jan, we ...all know you prefer girls. Heather shares him with the rest of us and now you want a piece too?"That's when the whole charade broke down because Maryanne and Heather began to laugh.To her credit, the very confused woman stood there after pouring all the coffee and whipped out her order pad and asked if they were all ready to order. Then with an. Entoch and Shanor had become my two lab partners, gathering herbs for me and learning from me what medicines worked. I was not much of a warrior but I had designed a bow and arrow for both of my new friends. They were almost ready to reveal their new talents to the tribe. Shanor had been most exited at the prospect of becoming a hunter. She was proving to be a renaissance women as she had a real skill for medicine. She caught on much faster than Entoch. I also noticed what seemed to be a. It’s got to hurt. Sit back down.” I sat, and she continued to stroke me through my pants, then feeling the width with her fingers. “You see,” she said, “Tom’s in Reno at a convention, and he’s not coming back for three days, and Tiff is over at Grandma’s till the weekend.” She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock popped out, and I inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief. She grinned. “So doesn’t that does feel better now?” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock and beginning to slowly. I felt as if I constantly needed to manually close my jaw, it was so slack. ‘Well thank you!’ she said, not shying away from my gaze at all. Her comfort in this state was very appealing to me – she was comfortable in her skin, but it was more than that. She enjoyed being seen – not objectified, but rather, appreciated. A few seconds of observation on my part confirmed what I had suspected throughout our time together online: this woman knows who she is (and is happy with that person), what she.