It has a waxy perfumey taste as I f***e my tongue into your mouth. You open your mouth to accept my penetration and as you do my hand moves across you...r breast. I can feel your erect nipple and tweak it a bit and feel it rise to my touch. I want the bra gone, I want your nipple in my mouth and between my teeth. But I also want the package to remain wrapped a little longer. As we kiss my hand moves down your side and as I get to your panty line I feel the eleastic beneath the slip, pause a. . "At Last" was a song I loved myself, except for the heart wrapped up in clover phrase, but I'd tried dozens of times to think of a better line to switch in there and I couldn't get it done. I wasn't a bit ashamed to change a song I sang if I thought what I had to say was better, but I couldn't think of a damned thing to let me get clover out of the song. Of course I was doing my best to mock Etta James' version of "At last" - I don't balk at copying the best.I noticed that the males in my. My tongue went round and round the shaftand the head. I could taste his cum, but only a tiny bit. I began to moan and sodid Derek. I could feel him tense to the point of no return. Hegot so hard and tense and then it exploded in my mouth. I wasdetermined to get it all so I had to pull back but not off so Icould take this load of cum. I looked up at his face and he wastotally into what was happening in my mouth. He came and came andcame and then I swallowed but kept the head in my mouth. . Damned smart ship.A bit after noon I assembled a travois to move that damned heavy crate out to the glade. It was about 3/4 of a mile from my home. The axe heads were devilishly sharp. Each one was about a pound in weight and had a hammer poll. The 19 inch hafts were made of a high-temperature plastic that wouldn’t deform even if you left one in the fire.I found a group of the raccoons in the clearing examining the mat loom and the frame of the wickiup. I shifted the crate off of the travois.