I sank deeper into her, exploring every area, searching for her clit. She gasped as I licked it, and her body reacted too. Her juices were beginning t...o flow faster now as she became more excited. I put my hands under her backside and pulled her tight to my face, building a rhythm as she moved in time to it. I broke away after a moment or two and said, "You better not be thinking of coming young lady." "No Daddy" came the weak reply between heavy breaths. I lowered my head and continued my work. ‘But that’s okay. I’m going to be thinking of her when I Jack off tonight and she won’t even know it. After watching her all day, I’ve got a hard on that’s going to have to be beaten into submission.’ Pete chuckled out loud but never said anything else. He wondered if John really was going to jack off. He was only a few feet away with only a thin sheet of canvas between the two of them. He laid back and closed his eyes, but about five minutes later, just as he was about to fall asleep, he. At one point, Monsieur Pichette, the leader, had us pull the canoes from the river and we struck out into the wilderness. This was the most difficult part of the journey, carrying the canoes as we tramped through primeval woods.It was the second morning and we expected to reach the next river that day. I had not yet arisen when I heard muffled exclamations. I opened my eyes to see the others standing. Close by was a group of savages. I grabbed my rifle and stood unsure what to do. I looked to. Even through the lace, I feel his tongue lavishing attention on my hard nipple. His hands are at the back clasp of my bra and soon my breasts tumble out of the lacy confines. I sigh at the feel of his mouth against my skin. As he sucks one nipple into he mouth and rolls the other between thumb and forefinger, my clit tingles and throbs, my sex floods my black lace thong that I so carefully chose earlier this evening. I moan my appreciation for his attentions. I take his free hand and I.