And they aren't very good at geography, either. Dramatic and epic poets come nearer to the truth. Aeschylus said we came from Scythia. That was close,...but on the wrong side of the Black Sea. Homer, The Poet, wrote that I was born in Thrace. That was too far west. I was born near to where Trabzon was to be founded.I killed my sister Hippolyta with a spear when we were hunting oryx (Pausanias says "deer" as does Quintus of Smyrna, which shows what idiots they were. We would not hunt those who. .I wonder if you will fuck me with your hard cock and finger me until I climax.....but once again, there is nothing, time is standing still, I don't know where you are I cant feel you, I cant hear you... it drives me insaneand then I can hear you again walking back into the room, I can feel you getting closer, next minute I feel your hands and tongue on my pussy, pulling my lips slightly apart licking the inside of my labia, flicking my clit with your tongue and then OHHH fuck yes, you push two. Yes, white. After a short stroll, we found the perfect place in between some dunes, the sand here in south Sweden is super fine and soft. The beach was nearly deserted, it being a Monday morning and all. She quickly took her clothes off and changed into her bikini, no modesty whatsoever. I hungrily looked on, her bathing suit was sheer when dry, I couldn't wait to see her after a dip.We lay down for a bit of sun, chit chatting about something, I have no idea what, I was fully preoccupied with. She seemed suitably impressed and wondering out loud if it would get bigger she pulled her T shirt off and sk** her thong off as well. That did it, my cock sprang to attention, much to her delight. She reached for it and gasped as it jumped in her hand as it throbbed. “Will you kiss my pussy?” I was hearing things, I knew I was and said “pardon”. “Suck my cunt for me, is that clear enough?”Oh boy, it certainly was, she was one horny babe and as she laid on the sofa I went to her, spread her.