My hand stole between her legs, the soft silky skin of her upper thighs, the moistness of her quim “No we mustn’t” she husked as my fingers ent...ered her passage..“It’s too late to worry about that,” I assured her as my coque swelled at the notion of re entering her softness.It seemed to take a moment yet at the same time take an age for me to slip my breeches down and ease beween her legs. She took my length eagerly. I kissed her mouth, forced my tongue deep inside her.I was completely. Usually for me it’s about the time I realized I want him inside me and I’m probably going to get my wish. It’s not so much his actual penetration as my acceptance of it’s delightful inevitability. And I guess any sort of penetration qualifies. Even giving him a blow job makes me his lover. Anal sex certainly does, though I can’t remember ever having anal sex with a man and not also sharing with him the pleasure of vaginal coupling as well, though not always first. The real master types. When he said this to Gray Eagle he only laughed. He said that the white man could not be turned back, or stopped. He could only be slowed down, until they could have a chance to learn to change and to adapt to the changing ways that the white man brought with him. As Tom thought about this, he knew that Gray Eagle was right. They could never win, but they could slow the change. He knew that he would do anything that was needed to slow that change. When he told Gray Eagle of his thoughts, the. You gotta tell me you want my dick…or Im just gonna torture you till you beg for it. My eyes were wide and tears started to drip down them. I was mortified and starving for his dick. His fingers were going into me but just the very tip. Not deep enough. And he knew it. He watched me shake. Uncle Ted…please I managed to get out of my mouth. My lips were shaking. Uncle Ted lifted my knees up and spread my legs, at last he was going to do it. But instead he started to move his dick up and down.