. where do you want to go for lunch?" he asked.Brandy looked at him. "I'm not all that hungry," she said. "Let's just go to your house."Bob looked bac... briefly. He too noticed the sultry look of the girl, and remembered his jealous assistant's evaluation of this sexy young woman. She looked so good sitting in the interior of the car, like she belonged there ... like she was his woman. Bob had to wonder why he didn't have a regular girlfriend who looked that good."OK then," he said. "What's up?". The entire village must have turned out.I sat myself down with a deer tine, a canvas to cover my leg, my hand axe and the chert blank. I snapped off several more large flakes then began roughing them into arrow heads. Big arrow heads--ones sized for an Atl-atl. I had to strike them to get the base form right then pressure flaked the edgesThat was it. I didn’t have much more in my repertoire to show them. Oh, I knew some stupid simple things like how to use a blow pipe to burn out a drinking cup. The ring of her pussy swallowed it with the hot heat of burning desire. I savored the moment by repeating the 'key unlocking the vestibule' movement. Mother's hips raised for deeper incursion and captured another inch inside. I drew back and thrust more confidently and now I was half in, I stretched over her as the shaft sank further. I felt her pussy fur tickle my balls, her soft tender breasts were squeezed against my chest now. Mom's eyes popped open in realization that full penetration was. I wish the real thing had been there, but even her photo with her fingers shoved obscenely up her snatch were enough to get me off almost immediately. To know that she had taken the photo right after I left that day, and with her aunt in the next room, made me incredibly horny. It wasn’t long before I shot onto the photocopied image of her. I groaned her name as I came, chanting “Devyani you slut” again and again. Even though I had already come four times that day looking at her pictures, this.