For the first time I was now totally aware of what was going to happen next.Sure enough, Ellie reached down and gave my erect penis a couple gentle st...okes, and then moved it around a little. I felt something warm and wet against the tip and it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize where I was."Put it in me, Arthur," she whispered.I didn't need to be told twice. I took a deep breath and gave a little push with my hips, feeling myself sink inside just a little. I pulled back and pushed. He shook a tremulous hand towards a life-size model of a mammoth whose fur was made from reeds and grass and which sported real tusks on either side of a straw trunk. ‘These people are magicians!’ exclaimed Pine Marten with wonder at the painted murals of hunters pursuing horse and elk. ‘Now you see why they’re called Cave Painters by the southern tribes,’ said Glade. She was pleased to see familiar signs of Cave Painter culture and was sure now that the villagers would conform to the moral. But her comment, “Fuck Adam, you are the best,” knotted my stomach.She pulled him tighter into her, smearing and smothering his face with her juices. Suddenly her dam burst as she was consumed in that familiar ecstasy, crying out with delight as Adam suckled her clit and drank her nectar.Adam kissed his way up her body, smoothly positioned his huge cock at the opening of her wet pussy. He slipped the head of his cock into her, smoothly and slowly, taking his time, filling her, penetrating. However, first impressions could be deceiving. Further inspection was warranted. ‘Ladies, Fallston says he hasn’t decided on MVP. Does anyone want to help make up his mind?’ Every hand went up to a chorus of ‘Yeah, me…I’m ready…Over here…’ Wetter and cleaner, with helmets and uniforms off, Fallston couldn’t distinguish the individual players. He said so. Noreen had a solution. ‘Everybody line up in their team positions. Whites get on this side, Blacks come over here. No more fighting. Game’s.