Bjorn smiled at the man then winked at him. I could tell he wanted to leave, but that dick waving there was like a magnet. Bjorn took his hand away,... and it stood free in the air, like a cobra mesmerizing its prey. Then he flexed it, it jerked towards his stomach, "c'mon my friend, he said with that shit eating grin,he's waiting.' He looked a Bjorn, glanced at us, and took a step towards it. He licked his lips, took another step, Bjorn flexed again, the man reached out for his prize, NO, no. The sight, sound, feel and smell of this woman was enough to keep me masturbating for years to come. Sam sank on top of me until our groins had meshed into one then she started to rub her clit on my pubic hair giving me complete access to her swaying tits. I rubbed her nipples into action then pinched them sharply and she let out a yelp but rocked harder on my throbbing cock still buried inside her. While massaging one breast with one hand I sent the other to knead her ass as she started to. “Miss Miranda, I apologize for this imposition on your hospitality,” Jason sputtered. “I will take my departure and await the return of our companions.” Miranda raised her hand to stop him.“Jason, please do not rush to leave. I would feel more comforted in your presence,” Miranda said.“I do not wish to besmirch your reputation by entertaining a gentleman without a chaperone,” he said, smiling.“It is because you are a gentleman that I do not fear for my reputation,” Miranda answered. “I am. I'm guessing somewhere around late April or the beginning of May, I was making good progress on the log palisade, working longer days and hunting on the 'weekend'. Members of the extended family had dropped by a time or two, but I could tell that they were becoming superstitious around me, even more than normal if possible. I could tell that the finish of phase-one of my new homestead impressed the hell out of them. These days I made it a habit of greeting them near the rocked-in fire pit by.