He stopped the car beside an orchard of tall trees she wasn’t quite sure what kind they were. She shivered when he opened the door and took her hand.... He led her into the cool shade of the trees. He kissed her again her back against the rough bark of the tree. His mouth was on her lips. His lips and tongue drifted down her jaw line and down her neck. She closed her eyes as his mouth drifted across her collarbone. She could feel his breath on her breasts and soon his mouth was suckling her. She knelt at his feet in a deep bow, her hands outstretched before her, a position called karta which acknowledges his authority and dominance and is a signal of her submission.With no musicians she had to rely on the sounds of music echoing in her soul. So she picked up the tambourine and let the drum beats in her body call to her. Rising, naked, the long, luxurious, fiery tendrils encircled her lusciousness as her hips swayed side to side, her pelvis rocking to the sound of the drum in her. "Oh, yeah," he said smiling. "You like your titties played with by a man just like your mother does." "And sucked on," I said encouraging my mom's former sugar daddy. "No problem," he said. He lifted me up by my arms and set me in bed next to him. I felt like a little doll boy with a big stud muffin, suddenly. If this is what my mother felt, I understood why she was so unsociable whenever Ron came to visit. She had a real man to satisfy and, now, he was mine, instead of hers. I had already. "Maybe the fifth or sixth time it lasts even longer." She gives me a big grin and rolls off some and reaches down to get a hand around my cock.My fingers came out as she moved so I move that hand down between us and get two fingers back into her. "Maybe," she says, then her eyes light up like she had an idea, "we could fuck forever, just keep going at it for hours." Her hand is moving all around on my cock, then down around my balls, then back onto my cock. "You've gone all soft, will this come.