He was dumb stuck by what just happened. He noticed the same for her bowl. All he could do was stare at this woman. Their tongues danced together. The ones closest to the door were lit, but the others waited to be called on again. She served the stew in a small wooden bowl with a piece of homemade bread. They kissed. She let herself be drawn in. She stroked his harding cock and he kissed her perfect round breasts. Laying her down on the bed, he spread her legs wide. They kissed. He picked her up and carried her back into the hut. That he never has been on this trail before. His hand stayed there as their eyes met. She was wearing a simple long sundress. Their tongues danced together. He thought this evening was never going to end, but like all good things its time was ending. Diving deep into her. They kissed. He pushed his raging hard cock into her wet waiting pussy. He thought this evening was never going to end, but like all good things its time was ending.
