The mating traditions were not minor. They were vital to the continuation of the tribe, and I knew Milt would not look the other way if I were to viol...te those traditions. I knew my dream had been just wishful thinking of a child.In the Moose Tribe, a young man wishing to take a mate would start by approaching his Mother, or if she had died, he would find an older woman who would speak for him. If I failed to follow tradition, a woman may never be willing to accept me as her mate.It was early. I had never tasted a penis before, and had no frame of reference for the salty, sweet, musky flavor that soaked into my senses, nor the way that stiff tube of flesh rubbed against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I tasted something sweet and oily on my tongue. Inexperienced as I was, I clamped down and sucked hard. ‘Ouch!’ Miguel grunted, jerking back. His cock popped out of my mouth, shiny and wet. My lips dripped with saliva. I realized with wonder that my mouth was watering. ‘Damn,. It sprung up like it was shot from a gun. This boy found me irresistible I think. How could that be? He could have his choice of any woman in this company, I'm sure. He's the youngest executive in the entire company. He's smart, sexy, beautiful. Every girl here must dream of being the one he chooses. Why would he choose me? I just didn't get it.By Wednesday I was wondering if we would ever get anything done. I was wondering if Andrew was ever going to make a pass at me. I was wondering if I. Not after all the fuss I had made. We got to the campsite and we were the last to arrive. There were nine guys there and I was the only girl. I was instantly uncomfortable with the whole situation, and Jason was still mighty pissed off with me, so this didn’t look like being a fun week. The other guys were surprised to see me turn up with Jason. This was supposed to be a blokes only sort of trip, but they were friendly enough. They were friendlier than Jason was being at the moment anyway. He.