The young viking prince Jaro had seen battle for the first time and emerged victorious. His father, chief Mordin, sat high atop of a small rise overvi...ewing the fire and village. Next to him sat his wives, the oldest being Jaro's mother Tali. It was tradition to celebrate after a first battle for a young prince. A Victor always attracted the best of the young women and it was at the bonfire where they met. Chief Mordin had met his wife Tali at a fire, and his father before him had met his wife. She found herself hurrying upstairs to put on the bikini which she had bought last year but which Tim found too immodest. She had never worn it, yet now as she pulled up the thong and snapped the skimpy bra in place, she realized she was actually breathing more rapidly, contemplating lying in the back yard and being admired by this man, this man who she hardly knew, yet who had come into her life and awakened her need for attention and sensuous, perhaps even sensual companionship.She raced back. You push them together and start rocking back and forth. I lean up to taste your head as it reaches the top. You can only take a few minutes of that, so you move down my body. Your lips are crushing mine now. I feel your need as your hands spread my legs open again and your cock slides in me deep. You thrust in me, the feeling against my fresh shaved pussy is incredible.You kiss me again, your hands gripping my tits. You start teasing me with your cock. Pulling almost all the way out, lightly. She started crying, she knew Baker had her, he was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. No! She couldn’t. She would find a way to overcome this. She pulled the didlo and hid it. She cleaned herself up and tried to do some homework. She could not think, her pussy would not relent an inch. She stopped after and hour when she realized she was still on the same page. She kept imagining Baker fucking her. Dinner was open. It was earlier than she usually went, but maybe.