Jacks skin rippled under my touch, his whole body gave a series of involuntary shakes, then he turned to face me. "I'll just bet you are!" was his verbal reply, but his eyes raped me where I stood. "And which end should I feed first?"
"Jack you have a one track mind. It's hard to believe you can do anything at all while your mind is in my crotch."
It's not my mind I intend to put in your crotch, but it is my head."
"Yea, the only one you think with!"
Jack looked at me sideways, "And you love it."
"Absolutely, without a doubt." Mischief was in my mind when I went on, "So give me some food, and stuff me while I eat."
Jack laughed, "You, are a foolish woman. You'd choke on the food, if I did that while you ate."
I agreed silently, while I remembered the effect his cock had on me. Jack was right, I couldn't eat, and take him at the same time. His cock was my entire universe when he filled me with it.
Jack filled a plate for me, carried it to my bed, and held it until I had seated myself. I ate with a coming appetite, and soon was back for more food. Jack grinned at me while he filled my plate for the second time, "Your really are hungry." was the only comment, and I want back to my bed to devour the second plateful.
The rest of my men had come in for dinner, while I'd eaten the first serving, and after watching me move easily, I heard the overt comments of their fragile egos. "Will you look at that! There's nothing wrong with her at all!"
"Yea, I noticed. I think she's played us for her fools."
"You think it. Hell, I know it!" came another reply.
The general laughter told me they were glad to see me getting back to normal, and their words were just their backwards way of saying so.
"Men!" I thought to myself, while a small smile spread across my face. "Why can't they just say what they mean?" I shook my head, and bathed in the warm companionship present around the cook fire in our cave that evening.
It felt good to really belong.