She said to me sir I know I am hot but please control on your emotions and then you can enjoy me more ( obviously she was more experienced in sex than...me). She said sir for a moment please don’t touch my boobs and don’t feel that you are fucking me try to forget everything if you wanna enjoy.I followed her instruction and as I already ejaculated in her mouth during the bj, so I was able to control it. So we stayed still for 2-3 mins and then she said to me ready for ride. And then she started. I start furiously licking there until you start moving your fingers in and out of my pussy faster and harder….finger fucking me now. I’m getting distracted and my mouth slows as my mind thinks, “Oh fuck!” My hips involuntarily starts to move against your hand, wanting more…needing more. Needing that release from the orgasm that is building. I’m managing to still go down on you until your thumb finds its way onto my clit, then I lose control. Moaning as I lift my head, I utter, “FUCK!” You. There is a pull, but not a strong one."I decided to be methodical and put the top right carton on the table and looked at the label: "Sesia and Crab Island / March 1954." Well, I'd spell it 'Seisia, ' but to was up Cape York. And I thought Crab Island was uninhabited. But it would be Torres Islander stuff, not mainland. I put it back unopened and took down the next box. This one said: "Ngaut Ngaut – fish spears? – 1957." Well, that would be South Australia, along the Murray. I slit the tape.. ”Betsy sauntered casually over to the group. The men, rather surprised by her actions, all took a step back.She said, “I suggest that you drop the weapons and go.”The man went to swing his shotgun in her direction, but a blow to his crotch quickly changed his mind. He dropped the gun and held his hand over his crotch while slowly crumpling to the ground. It had been a solid hit intended to damage. He vomited.One of the other men carrying a pistol started to move towards her and found that he.