On her back they flattened slightly making them more round, still sticking up proudly with her nipples at least a quarter of an inch of hard rubbery goodness above her aureole. My mouth clamped over that tasty delight and I flicked and sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could.She moaned her delight and used her hands to hold my head to her as I suckled. I went from one to the other till they were slick and shiny with my salvia and her nipples were pulsing with her desire. I kept one hand rolling those wet delights and dipped my head on down to tongue her cute bellybutton. Then it was on down to take her matted hair in my lips and pull up gently. I did this several times as Ashley gasped and moaned her pleasure. She opened those firm thighs and I took the invitation.Dipping my head on down I let my tongue slid in between her cum slick vulva quickly flicking her sensitive clit as I went by. This brought a jerk and groan from Ashley. I drove my tongue deep into her slick. She frowned, so I tried again, and this time she responded. “Fulala,” she said.I handed her a plate of food, she looked at the fork, then chose the spoon to eat. As soon as she had finished, she returned to the cot, she was clearly exhausted.I sat and smoked my pipe, a glass of wine in my hand.Darkness had fallen when I checked on her. She still slept soundly, a more peaceful look to her face. I turned the lamp down low, just enough to leave a glow, should she wake. Then I lay down, it had been a long and hard day. In seconds, I was asleep.I woke in darkness, the lamp had burned out, I wondered what had woken me. An arm was lying across my chest, I felt her body alongside mine. I smiled to myself in the darkness and went back to sleep.The early morning light struck my face. I jumped awake, then rose and splashed my face. There was no sign of Fulala, but I smelled coffee brewing. The tent flap raised higher, she came in and handed me a cup. “Jim,” she said.A commotion erupted somewhere.
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