“Nice butt, babe… let’s see what’s underneath your little thong…”The voice whispered again into my ear.Then my thong was slipped aside and... two fingers rubbed my pussy lips. My cunt immediately got wet; I could not help it. My own body was betraying me…Those two fingers began moving back and forth inside of my wet vagina and I had to bite my lips, trying to muffle my moans.Victor noticed anything was going wrong and he asked me if I was fine.I murmured in his ear not to worry and encouraged him. The young were faced with a culture they didn’t understand.“Your culture was based on hunting rather than farming. You can’t stay in one spot and hunt sufficient game to feed even a small mob year round. It requires that you move according to the season. It takes a lot of land to support a small band.“The white culture was based on farming. Seeing land was vacant and was suitable for farming, whites would move in while the band was gone and establish a homestead. They didn’t move away when the. “You didn’t let me sleep at all!” I protested.“I told you we were going to do it all night!” she said, giggling more. “Are you really complaining?”“No!” I grinned, picking up the shampoo bottle. “You aren’t sore?”“From what?” Samantha giggled. “Fucking four times? Sucking you twice? And your tongue and hands and fingers all over me the rest of the time?”“You’re insatiable!” I declared as I lathered her hair.“You mean I can’t get enough?”“Yes!” I grinned.“Are you complaining?”“You asked that. I also had a lightweight rain jacket in my jersey pocket. The heavier rain gear I left in the Jeep, as Tori was going to drive it today as our ‘sag’. I had chosen to wear just a generic style jersey. I always shied away from wearing team kit as I was no longer racing and didn’t want to appear as a ‘poser’. A ‘poser’ is quite often a ‘Fred’ who is all decked out in professional racing kit, all the way down to socks, helmet, the whole shebang, but can’t actually ride worth a damn. But boy do they.