I licked her nipples, sucked them. My fingers felt her wet cunt. She hummed when I rubbed her clit, a growl deep in her throat. My mouth moved down fu...rther and soon I was licking her pussy and briefly thought of the fine fuzz of a ripe peach. Her pussy lips even had the same smooth firmness, but more than that, the juice that dripped from her was actually sweet, with just a touch of salt, none of the bitterness of older women. I wondered how I had gotten into this position. I pushed my tongue. Sometimes I'd dream of Whitecloud touching me, making his art on my body, piercing my flesh without pain, but rather with pleasure. Other times it was the wolf, my shadowy lover who would creep into my bed and take me, growling and thrusting with his jaws tight around my neck. But mostly I would dream of the Indian called Red Crow, who would give me something to drink and whisper secrets in my ear. But I could never remember what he was telling me when I woke up, and that was mildly. ”It was a deep voice. Not the voice of a young man. The sound of a more mature guy. That was a plus. She nodded and sat very erect on her chair. The large office was only lit by the single lamp on her desk and the light from her screen. She put both her hands on the desk, in front of the keyboard. She was thinking hard, but she didn´t recognize the voice. “I knew that you would show up, but are you also ready?”“Ready for what, sir?” she asked back. Her own voice was hardly recognizable, too. “I. I had plans one evening and was getting ready by showering, shaving, etc. It was just us guys, so I left the bathroom wide open and didnt bother covering up walking around the house. I was semi erect from my shower and while I was getting ready would give it a few pulls. I caught motion in the doorway and saw my dad standing there staring at my cock with raw lust. I could see his cock was hard and was straining the material of his jeans. This turned me on, so I let my cock get rock hard and.