. his magnificent, licking tongue!Damn! I've got to stop this! Got to!Nomad watched closely the movements of his hostess' glistening shapely body as s...he climbed from the tub and began to quickly towel herself, his sharp sense of smell detecting the sudden heated scent her female nakedness had begun to breathe into the room. It was not one he was unfamiliar with, and even before this he had picked up its exciting aroma when he had gotten near her. He felt the reflexive heavy weight come alive. I sucked and pressed her boobs very rudely that they became red.I also bit her boobs to make sure that my bite-marks remain noticeable. Then I began rubbing her pussy. She was also moaning. Then I asked, “Do you know how to suck a dick?” She looked at me questioningly. I felt that she had never given a blowjob before, forget that she might not have held a dick in her hand.Then I said, “Don’t worry, I will teach you.” We got up from the cot. I stood there on the floor with my hard dick. I placed. It was easy to thrust, and my manhood glided in and out with almost no resistance. Just enough to feel good. She rocked her hips with my movements. I grunted and grasped the mud underneath us tightly. It oozed between my fingers, melting away in the water. I angled myself higher so that I was above her, and her body half curled. I could thrust much faster and better like that. Her body approved. To think fishing was all I was going to do that day."Yes! Just like that!" She spouted the words. Without that extra support pod we'd have been a lot more anxious. By the time the transport arrived we would usually be thankful for the company and an opportunity to step out of our pod.I was sketching out—again—a flow-chart of the pod production process, trying, vainly, to find a way to get more pods out of them in a shorter period of time. I had already—with two of my concubines—found a few minor efficiencies that helped productivity which we had passed along to other pod production.