Com)**********************************************************************Part 1 - The MeetingJessica was not sure what to make of her encounter with ...he strange old woman during her jungle vacation, Jessica was very upset having gone to the jungle in search of a real cannibal chefs to make her Dolcett fantasy’s come true only to return still alive her dream still unfulfilled.Lying on her bed after a very long plane trip without even enough strength left to undress Jessica began remember the. I was looking around when a bullet knocked my hat off and scratched the top of my head. Talk about a close call, I felt the hot bullet as it went by, but it didn't even cut my skin!What the shit? That shot came from the wrong place! Was there more than one gunman? There had to be! I slid back down into the arroyo and picked up my hat. I admired the bullet hole, it had to be a .44-40 or .45. The hole was too big to be anything smaller caliber and too clean cut to be a ball. I had to watch myself. This was bad.“You know,” I said, gesturing to the painting in front of me, “This represents a fear of the unknown.” The painting was a dark maroon rectangle, with a single yellow dot in the top left corner.“Does it?” she replied, her eyebrow arched. She moved towards me like a cat that had cornered its mouse.“Well, of course, it’s not immediately apparent. It’s easy to be overwhelmed by the sheer expanse of… colour. But the maroon is the unknown, it’s danger, it’s v******e. The yellow is home.. Then she pressed it slowly first. While she pressed her boob, she pressed her cunt with the other hand, making a beautiful “Ahh” sound. Her wet spot on the panty was getting more darker with her every press on her boobs.She pinched her nipples over her gown, making a loud moan. She slid her panty aside and showed me the glory wet hole that I always wanted to see. Though I saw it in the noon, this was different.Just by seeing her wet cunt with trimmed hairs on it, precum started flowing from my.