“But then you will never know from where came the fur of the cave bear, will you?”He stops his movement as soon as I speak the last, and turns qui...kly. “How did you—?” he begins. “I never—” His voice makes an accusation. “You knew what it was all along, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I say.“How did you know? Where did it come from?”I laugh. “From the bear, of course. He had no more need of it after I killed him.”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a. She was Irish and although fiery in temper it didn't deter me. She was hot.We were living in Hendon, London and one week a friend of an ex girlfriend of mine in Birmingham was visiting London with her college. Her name was Judy and I had always fancied her but nothing came of it. When I told Anne, my girlfriend, she understood that Judy was just a platonic friend. In order to be civil about it we arranged to meet up with Judy and her college friends at the famous Bull and Bush pub in. I was in no mood to stop. I was ramming her vagina with my fingers. Now there were three fingers coming in and out. The room was filled with her moaning. Then she came all over my fingers. I licked every drop of her juices.I: You had your fun. What about me (pointing towards my throbbing cock)?Rupa: Don’t get impatient Raja, I will take care of this. (she winked)I: You sound like a slut on the bed.Rupa: You don’t like it, baby? (she grabbed my cock and pushed me)I: I love it when you get. The top buttons were undone, giving him a good shot at her breasts. She’d tied a black ribbon around her neck. Her hair was done up in two tight braids which were tied off and held together in the back by another, wide, black ribbon drawn up in a big bow. He thought it looked not just sexy, but kind of naturally pretty. Maureen had on a miniskirt, A-line type he thought, it came down just above her knees. He saw she was wearing black onyx earrings, a brighter shade of red lipstick than usual.