Stalking her... Hunting her. Tanya, who had just graduated highschool, was one of the most popular students. She was on the basketball team and track ...eam. Everything seemed to stop after highschool though. She was on a jog but after getting a terrible feeling in her stomach, she had to stop. Her full lips quivered. Her firm and finely shaped ass tighening with every turn she made to stare at the darkness. Her breasts tucked firmly in her sports bra which was all she wore on her top half. Her. He was older than Max, perhaps 50. His stomach hung low over his stubby cock. He was perhaps only 5 inches in length but, even in the dim light of the taxi, his girth was enough to make my eyes widen. Max seemed enthralled by the driver's cock too and began to rub his thumb on my clit as he fingered me. I only lasted a minute or so more before I felt the walls of my pussy spasm and the flood of endorphins cover my whole body. "Yes Max, please don't stop," I begged as he finger-fucked me through. I wish the professor could have heard him.He talks about Cro-Magnon’s achievements, “those few that have survived the many thousands of years and have come down to us.” The cave paintings, of course. The flint work, “an art form in itself and a huge forward step.” Bone sewing needles and other such tools.“We can only speculate about what else they must have had, have made for themselves; time has left few traces,” he continues. “But all you hear from a lot of people, a lot too many people, is. Could that really feel good? Having something up there? Carefully she slid her panties halfway down her thighs. She rubbed a finger back and forth between her smooth, hairless pussy lips, making it wet and slippery with her own juices. Then her curiosity got the best of her and she knew she had to try. Pushing her index finger against her back hole, it slipped inside to the first knuckle. She ghasped. It felt like such a dirty thing to do, even though her daddy was pushing his cock into the.