I whisper, “Yes, love.”You spin me around and I am facing away from you. I feel your breath on my neck as your arms wrap around me. One hand finds... the slit in my dress and the other rests gently on my breast. You stay like that for only a moment and then your hands are gone. I feel a tug on my dress and the zipper gives. My dress is lowered and I am left standing there in my thong and bra. My bra is then unclasped and removed. I begin shivering again, not from cold but nerves. Your arms. Now I worked at her as well, and soon it was I who was fucking her mouth and throat rather than her doing me. I sensed that this was more how she liked things, and that she enjoyed taking a rather more submissive role than I would have thought, but that suited my mood very well.After was seemed like an eternity of pleasure, I felt my balls tightening and as I flooded her mouth with eruptions of my creamy sperm, her body also convulsed in a hard and very quick orgasm. I soon discovered that she. At the first sound of the voice, Andy had plopped himself on the ground close to the fallen tree trunk and pulled his pistol, ready to defend himself at need. He didn't see anybody, friendly or hostile, so he said, "Show yerself, an' I'll do what I kin."The woman said, "Very well, but please do not shoot me." A moment later, an Indian woman in her late teens or early 20s stepped out from a dense stand of trees. She was beautiful, and she was naked! Now, this was a sight that Andy never tired. " she replied sweetly, a nervous smile momentarily touching her lips before her calm serenity returned once more. "How do you feel?"I blinked twice more, my brain still not quite processing how My Dawn had come to be by my side. "Uh..." I grunted helplessly as my poor mental processes went into a recursive loop of stupidity. I could almost see the egg timer icon in my mind flipping and flipping and flipping over again while my computing power accomplished absolutely nothing.Okay, time to.