I'll admit I spent a lot of time with false starts and failed demonstrations, making sure to let them know it wasn't gratuitous fondling, but I was me...ely trying to get the perfect plan for the new garment set in my mind.I could tell I'd also be able to work things around to bring another modern concept into their young and innocent prehistoric minds. All three of them already owned wonderful neat tidy bushes. Of course they weren't perfectly trimmed for thong wear since they'd never seen such. ”“I don’t know how to set up a tent, either,” Yren frowned.“Well, Ardt can start teaching you all about tents tonight,” Elva chuckled. “Fair?”Yren nodded and climbed out of the cart. He looked around tentatively. Trees stretched as far as he could see. They grew together above him, a canopy of green with frequent small, blue gaps letting sunlight filter down in a green haze. Grass and shrubs scattered the ground, dappled with bursts of sunlight. He could smell a dank, woodsy smell with a hint. I guess that's my old-fashioned side coming out. I like to court a girl, go on a couple of dates, make her feel special. Sadly, that's not really how things are done in my generation; it's all "fuck now, talk later". This is the reason my last relationship ended - she got bored waiting on me to make a sexual advance and slept with my flatmate instead. Charming, I know. After that episode, I took a break from the dating scene and avoided new relationships with women altogether. Eighteen months. ” All eyes were on me, thanks to that damn whistle. When I silently set my tits free, the cop tossed my top aside. I blushed a little as I slowly slid my suit bottom off and exposed my neat bush again. She tossed it away also. “Spread them, sweet tits.” She circled me and swirled my ass then my pussy. “I’m going to enjoy this eating snack.”“Just a minute, officer. If you are really a cop, you are missing the last person wearing anything. YOU. That hat and belt are your uniform so you are still.