No people, no lights, no noise save what we ourselves made. Massive trees surrounded us. I should have felt small and insignificant, but I didn't. I f...lt more real. More human. More alive than I ever felt at home, or at school, or with friends, or at the mall.I reveled in the times that my father could escape from home with me for an afternoon. Sometimes for an entire weekend. We'd take bedrolls, and fire starter, and beef jerky, and canteens, and we'd be mountain folk for a weekend. Just the. I could hear the wet sucking sounds of his cock moving in and out of her extremely wet pussy and the sound of their skin slapping as she landed on his lap on the downstroke. I moved closer to them and she grabbed my cock and stroked it at the same time she rode him. He then surprised me by taking my cock from her hand and put it in his mouth. I was so dammed horny by this time, that I didn’t care, and her face lit up even more. He then took my cock out of his mouth and started slowly stroking. I tried to unroll one, but it resisted and I was afraid I'd crack it. "I know there's still an arts community on Mornington Island," I remarked. "I'm not at all certain where the facilities to make this flexible are." I know it's done in a sealed case with water vapor. Most likely there's a facility at the Gallery." Of course!" I took my mobile and called Rachel. "Hi! We have a facilities problem ... We've got a box of sixty-year-old bark paintings that need to be made flexible. They've been. Say's it right, slut. But take your time. We got's all night to learn your ass." Got no tits or cunt hair, remember," warned Latanya."I-I got no t-t-tits or c-c-c-unt hair, cause I'm a little baby girl, p-p-pretending to be a woman," Laura repeated quickly, as tears streamed down her face. In short order, Laura realized that she would be punished for any hesitation and she was going to try her damnedest not to get punished again."I-I got no t-t-tits or c-c-c-unt hair" mocked the black girl..