Not some old pervert getting his rocks off on yet another innocent girl. I wasnt sure what to do. Part of me was looking over at this pretty young gir... thinking, well shes smart enough to make this decision. The other part was screaming to act like an adult. Just stop and run away. At the moment the scales were at 50/50. Just give me a minute to think about some things here. I poured a few more ounces of bourbon into my glass. (Yeah! I know! Booze may not be the best way to make a decision.). He merely smiled, since it was already too late for the blonde to refuse him. She went on sliding down his shaft obscuring his view of their fused flesh.“If were are goin do this shouldn’t we know each other?” he quipped as he tilted his pelvis again.Alison bit her lip, afraid to respond because she was nearly screaming. Yes, she managed to shake her head.“Well? What is your name?”“Al ah….i Ah son….” She was moaning constantly. Before Alison knew it, the shaved fur of her sex was brushing. He supported me, his lips caressing mine. His fingers flexing at the base of my skull, his thumb still sweeping back and forth across my cheek. His tongue coaxed until I released my jaw.Then I was gripping his arms, holding on for dear life while he invaded my mouth, luring my tongue to join his in a sultry dance. My hair suddenly fell around my face, and I realized he'd released it from the braid."I like it down," he said lowly, gently tugging on a section so that my head tilted back before he. It's a way of introducing new blood into the tribe otherwise they become inbred." So how does it help us?" I asked."It affects men as well. It makes them compliant and obedient whilst weakening their will to resist. The forest Indians trade it right across the great jungle to the people of the high mountains in the west. Apparently, the people of the mountains still make human sacrifices and this drug makes the victims compliant and peaceful. The mountain peoples trade gold to the jungle.