I had completely forgotten about Sam until I felt hands on my jeans. They were quickly and deftly removed and soon in a pile at my feet. Next to go wa... my thong. I felt my legs being spread and knew it was Sam. Sam and I had never done anything like this before. Oh we had kissed to drive the boys in the frat house crazy one night and on a few occasions to get free drinks at the bar, but never in a setting like this. I was distracted by all of the sensations assaulting my body and barely noticed. With the sensation from the nipple running high, Peter was feeling all over Asha’s body, fondling her sweet melons, squeezing on her butts, thighs. Now I pretended to notice the tent on Peter’s shorts. I asked Asha to find who this is. She was very curious to see it. She unbuttoned his shorts and then pulled his brief down, and his throbbing hard dick just jumped out. It was really big (around 8 inches and very thick) and the head was glowing pink like hot metal. Asha was totally absorbed into. Not beyond the standard mark for females on a weight for age basis.” Em was thirty-two and very trim. Not really drinking material. “Do you do that, Em? Make passes at men, I mean?” “Very, very rarely,” she said. “I like to be hunted. I don’t so much like being the hunter.” “But you flirt, Em,” said Ambrose. “I’ve seen you do it. And you must have plenty of opportunities on your travels.” Em said, “I flirt, yes, sometimes. But hardly ever with all-the-way intent.” They paused again. Further. I stopped them for a second, told them of my concerns, and asked a contingent to head to the falls. That area had to be secured. It wasn’t the only way to get all the tribeswomen out of here, but it was the fastest and safest. We were almost a hundred yards from the palace when I heard shouting and several shots. I prayed Hosi would be OK. We ran to the site and met an invader running in our direction. He met more arrows and spears than I cared to count. I ran to the palace searching for Hosi..