I was always a strange girl. I was smaller and thinner than the other c***dren. I could hear things that they could not hear, and I noticed things the... did not see. I climbed alone into the mountains, higher than they dared to go. This scar on my face is from a fall from a rock. My mother said that I was born under a blood moon, and I know this is true because of what happened later. Even in a busy village, I often felt somehow apart from my people. Like any peasant c***d, I had known how. )I caught her eye in the crowd somehow, and when she saw me, I motioned with my finger for her "to come here". She came over to the edge of the stage and squatted down to talk to me... and I saw it, right at eye level and about 3 feet from my face... her beautiful "landing-strip" shaved pussy, legs slightly spread and NO panties. I was sooo caught of guard, that when she said, "Yes?" all that came out of my mouth was, "I really just wanted to look up your skirt and see your panties..." Her. " I think he understands as he smiles at me. His full lips curve into the most sensual smile.How I long to feel his lips on me. The sun is rising overhead and his brown skin glistens, with almost a satiny sheen. I ache to touch him. Ache! What is happening to me? What is this incredible attraction I feel for this wild man? Is it just because he is different - the exact opposite of him in every way? I don't know but I need to get my emotions in check. I quickly dry off and dress and he leads me. I had already made you cum. I'd sucked your cock dry already whilst no one was looking. No one would have known. Were you doing this for me?You went deep inside as far as you could. I could feel the head of your cock go as far as it could. I had never felt such pleasure within the folds of my cunt. You were moaning and and so was I."Can I fuck you from behind?" you asked. I wanted you to.You turned me over and had me on my knees. You held on to me as you fucked me deeper and deeper. Harder and.