After noon the sun will move west and we’ll have a bit of shade so that we don’t melt into ghee like Sambo’s tigers when we get in later.”“O...h! I love that story when I was little. But I was told it was racist.”“That shows how dumb folks are: Sambo and his parents are South Indian. Otherwise why would they eat dosas and ghee? It think it’s racist for Africans to think there aren’t other blacks. Helen Bannerman lived in Tamil Nadu, after all.”“I never thought of that. Thank you.”“How much do you. ..maybe, haha," and the line went dead. So engrossed was I with my third toasted ham on rye and my second OJ, I didn't even notice her approaching the table. "You look more than alright," she said breezily, looking down at me. God damn, that pic had not done her justice. Don't know whether it was the rather delicately applied make-up, her changed hair-style, nice clothes or combination of all three. I do know that this was my kind of Pagan Sex Goddess! "You look wonderful Katie," I. We walked a short way into the woods. In the deepening twilight it was getting difficult to see, but my eyes quickly adjusted. We had not gone far, when I heard the sound again. I recognized the sound as a muffled moan. We went a few more steps and I froze in my tracks.Just ahead were Jim and Jeni. Jim was standing, leaning back against a tree, shorts and underwear around his ankles. Jeni’s fist encircled Jim’s cock at the base, and she was licking the head of his cock with obvious relish.I. I know what my body longs for, but my nails dance past my sensitive, swollen lips without giving my clit the attention it so desperately craves. I slip one, then two fingers inside. Yes... oh yes.I know it won't take me long, but I want to prolong this pleasure.I add our favorite purple vibrator to the mix. In and out, it lovingly caresses my G spot, as I imagine your tongue and fingers going to work on me instead. Once in to the hilt, I turn the vibrations up to the max and shudder at the.