Hungrily, she devoured my globes and nipples as if there were an exotic treat. Leaving a trial of wetness, she moved down to my navel, plunged in her ...tongue and swirled. My pussy was so, so wet when she at long last found it with her tongue. Biting my hand, I arched by back as she drove her erect tongue into it. I came. Aunt Pat continued to feast on my pussy as she moaned deep inside her throat. I rewarded her with bursts of my sweet juice which she licked greedily. ‘You taste and feel. I hear her moan as I stroke her pussy and stir her honeypot to the boil. She stiffens...and then the moment passes. I change my position and kiss her slit, teasing her nub with my tongue. She stiffens again and releases again, as she throws back her head, eyes shut, and mouth wide open, her silent cries louder than any thunder. Her beautiful curls tumble down her back until the storm in her loins has passed. Fully aroused now, she takes charge of the situation and pushes me on my back, and. " "Okay. That will be fine. I really appreciate it. I don't want to be a problem Max." "Don't worry about it.........uh............er. You know, if you're going to be staying here until we figure out who you are, were going to have to come up with a name for you. Is there anything you want me to call you?" I thought about it for a minute. Nothing came to mind. "Uh....I don't know. Why don't you pick a name for me that you like...." "Hmmmmmmm," Max thought aloud. He ran. Lookout duty was simple and boring, but it did give me time to think. I was sitting on the rocky outcrop everyone called Lookout Point. From up here, I was able to see the entire camp in front and below me and the surrounding area out to the mountains on the horizon. The stream that ran along the mountain range’s low foothills passed on the far side of the camp with the camp between the stream and me. The caves the tribe called home were located in the foothills of the mountains that were.