She reaches back under her skirt and begins whispering in my ear again. She tells me she's stroking her clit just like she does every night in bed. Sh... says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, the other cupping her breast. Now and then she slips a finger into her pussy to spread her juices over her lips and clit. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm approaches, she sucks on her fingers. At those times she craves a cock — my cock — throbbing in her mouth,. He never smiled once." No? I couldn't do that."And the conversation went on. Milo was the epitome of effervescence, bubbling over with enthusiasm for everything. And one other thing. I know I shouldn't have noticed, but I couldn't help it. The way she was sitting on the desk facing me, and the combination of short skirt and long legs, combined with the casual way her knees were spread, meant that I could see her bright green panties quite clearly. I wondered how to tell her, but couldn't think. If her people have made all of these things that I see here they must be a great people indeed, and I am pleased that at least I can show her something that my people do that hers cannot.I continue to look at the fine drawings, and now I see many animals that look like those I know. Sometimes the drawings are not entirely right, but this is a small thing compared to their beauty. I think some artist must have taken many years to create them, or perhaps many working together because the styles. I stand up and turn to face him; he likesto look at me, especially after sex. I pose with my legs apart and my hipbonesthrusting forward for a few moments as his cum trickles slowly down across thegentle swell of my stomach. It soaks down into the fragrant tangles of the widetriangle of dark hair on my pubic mound. I say: ?Lets clean each other up,? And lie down on my back on the grass infront of him. He kneels down beside me and, bending over, starts to lick mytits clean. I lie still and let.