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‘Let me smoor the fire ... and let’s go to the tent.’Ezekiel nodded, incapable of speech himself, and watched as I tended to the fire, and then following me through the tent flap.He sat on top of his sleeping bag and pulled me onto his lap. One hand played with the strands of hair loose at my neck where they’d escaped my braid, and the other was wrapped firmly around my waist as he kissed me. I could feel the heat and shape of his erection beneath me, and squirmed a little on it, involuntarily, which made Ezekiel gasp. He flicked his tongue tentatively at the seam of my lips and was surprised but delighted when I gave entrance and let him French kiss me; I felt his cock jump at the new sensation, and a hand stole down to stroke restlessly at the bottom of my sweater. As we continued to kiss his hand crept up, very shy and cautious-like, to cup a breast on the outside of my sweater. Not breaking the lip-lock, I took his hand and gently put it under my clothing and up to my bare. " I mean really, what was a boy to do?I slowly slipped my body downward and buried my face between the firm mounds of her breasts, all the while rubbing my taut midsection against her hot and moist pussy. For her part, her legs had come up on either side of my body and were holding me in their vise-like grip. Lifting my head only slightly, I began sucking her nipples, first one, then the other, switching back and forth between them and rimming them with the tip of my tongue. She held the sides of my head with her hands, fingering my hair and physically encouraging me onward. I continued my downward migration, quickly passing her navel to her pubis and beyond. Although I really wasn't paying close attention at the time, her pubic triangle was neatly trimmed and she was shaved smooth from that point downward.My hungry lips reached her labia, which I proceeded to stimulate with my tongue, paying particular attention to her clitoris. I was following a noticeable trail of my own precum,.
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You should also take Standing Bear with you, to show him how to hunt.’ ‘I was planning on working on the wagons today. There’s lots to do to get them ready to use on the road, and I don’t want to waste any time getting it done.’ Even to me, it sounded like I was whining… I gave myself a mental shake and bucked up. There had to be an efficient way to handle both priorities. In almost the same thought, the obvious answer made me feel stupid. ‘Still, hunting for winter is just as important. I think we can do both — we’ll hunt in the morning, which is the best time anyway. Then I can work on the wagons in the afternoon and evening while you ladies do your thing with the carcasses. What do you think?’ The women folk allowed as how that might just work when they realized it would also allow them to attend to their other chores and household duties without rushing them. With a plan firmly in place, Bear and I quickly finished breakfast then went to find Grandpa to see if he would like to.

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