Think not of me as a beggar, but of a poor wretch who has suffered greatly in his long life. Notice my back. How bent over it is. And my legs, so horr...bly mangled they are, that I must use these two canes just to walk a short distance and . . . what? Three coppers? Oh, thank you! Your generosity will help ease the pain as I make my long journey to Rome. ?That is where I am from, you know, and since my youth, I have spent most of my days on earth traveling throughout our great empire. I have. One look to her side and she caught their reflection in the mirror. The sexy image of their union made her drip even more juices down her thighs as daddy pulled out and pushed back in again. She moved her hand down and started rubbing her clit.Daddy was grunting now with the effort he was putting into fucking her. "Rub that clit, honey! Rub it and make yourself cum!"Encouraged by his words she licked her finger and then rubbed herself some more. It had an almost instant effect. She moaned out. I first met the Cave Painters south of the mountains towards the Great Sea. I didn't know then that the Cave Painters also lived so far to the north. On my previous Winter migrations with your tribe, we'd encountered very few other tribes and most were more like the poor wretches you permitted to shelter in the Mountain Valley while we were away. The Cave Painters' tribe is another matter." Are they evil demons?" wondered Ivory."They aren't demons," said Glade. "They are people just like you. Well, it was going to be a Christmas present, but I think I'd like you to have it now ... and wear it, please."She raised her eyebrows but took the box. Opening it revealed a jet cross, perhaps two inches tall, on a silver chain necklace."Why ... it's lovely, Peter. Thank you. But shouldn't you have one too?" I took the precaution of buying its twin so we match," he said. He was smiling, but it was somewhat grim. "They do say nothing happens by chance to a child of God."(For the benefit of.