I lapped, sucked, licked and, generally buried my face in her wet heat until, after probably ten minutes, or so, I remembered one of Kristin's instructions and, pulling my lips back to expose my teeth, bit down on Mom's clit. Mom grunted and jerked her legs out of Aunt Karen's hands. I managed to keep my mouth on Mom's pussy, as her hips rolled toward me until her feet were behind my head.I wound up biting much harder that I intended but, about the time as I was realizing this, Mom was crushing my face into her crotch, with the backs of her legs, and bucking her way through a wordless, grunting orgasm. After her body relaxed, I gently rubbed my lips and chin up and down the swampy mess my of mother's pussy until she stopped holding me in place and let her feet drop to the floor. From my hands and knees, between Mom's legs, with my chin just a few inches from her pussy, I looked up to see Aunt Karen staring at me, wide-eyed. Mom was panting heavily, with her head back, her face framed. White hot pain lanced through him from his shoulder, back, and leg which was now sticking straight out with N’debi’s knobkerrie bound to it. N’debi was pulling his rifle from its saddle holster, and he vaguely noticed his saddlebags and water bottle were by his side.N’debi turned and carried the rifle towards him.“You are awake Bwana ... good. I must go for help. You must stay awake now; the hyenas and jackals will smell the blood and come soon.”David nodded ... his eyes on Khan’s body.N’debi gave him a drink from his canteen, and at David’s request unfastened the saddlebags, and with his instructions loaded the pistol from the ammunition inside. David put it down within easy reach alongside the other pistol N’debi had taken from the saddle.“I must go now Bwana, but you must stay awake,” he warned and with that he set off running.David took another swallow from the canteen before placing a pistol in his lap.At times the pain almost engulfed him but he fought to stay conscious by.
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