With his crossbow in hand, he grabbed up another piece of wood to add to the entrance fire, then when nothing happened, he added several more pieces. ...As the fire slowly increased, he crouched fifteen feet or so from the entrance, his shaking hands clutching his cocked crossbow, and his bow with an arrow lying across it at his feet.There was total quiet for a time, then he saw glowing orange eyes reflecting the firelight and a faint image of something huge as the cat, snarling and scratching at. I think he was checking me out, because his member had grown in size to about 6" still soft, but definitely hung. I thought nothing of it and we finished showering as usual.When I got home that night I could not stop thinking about it. What had happened. I was absolutely shocked he had been checking me out, because he is not like that. Maybe he had seen me checking him out before? Maybe he had feelings for me but was scared of them? I had no idea, and my mind was racing. I needed to deal with. Splashing continued for 25-30 secs. His mouth was full. It stopped. My muscles relaxed, shivering stopped and I was far more exhausted covered in sweat.He stood up and spitted all my liquid in his hand. It was too much, far too much than his. He said he drank half of it and it’s just half. Where was all this white thing in my dick. I moved forward and tastes it. Texture was similar but taste was sweeter. I thought he will drink it now but he threw that in washroom. He was trying to clean his. It was all happening too fast. This little girl who had been so frightened of sex was turning into a little sex-bomb.I eased back and rinsed her hair and then applied the conditioner. Again she pushed back on me and her purring increased to a crescendo. I left the conditioner in her hair and reaching round started to soap her front paying particular attention to her breasts. Her purrs became grunts as her breathing shortened. I moved a finger to her slit. She was sopping. It certainly wasn't.