Kodaco offered to journey with us, as he had the wanderlust of youth fermenting in his blood, and desired to see new places, and perhaps find an exoti... bride amongst a far people. I welcomed his company and keen skills, having been born to this existence. I had constructed a hunter's bow, and had become proficient, and had traded extra furs for arrow and spear heads of chipped stone, and learned the craft of attachment of said items to straight sturdy shafts of cured wood. Dora and Kodaco. "Look, Dan," she went on. "It's none of my business, but you know Icare for you. I just want you to be happy," she said as she movedcloser and touched her hand on my face, her other one dropping to mycrotch.I quickly backed away. I did not like what she was doing. What's more,I didn't want her to feel my chastity cage if she pressed onward tooboldly."Please Nancy!" I implored. "Don't! We need to maintain a professionalrelationship. And I love Grace!"She stopped, and I noticed a tiny tear. We looked into one another's eyes again at that point, and his expression excited me very much!"I think it's time you made your offering," I said. "Don't you?" Oh yes!" He said immediately. "Please may I?"I had him step closer to the table where the candelabra and it's shiny black dish sat glimmering in the warm, yellow glow of the candles, waiting for that moment where Andrew's long pent-up load of sperm was just seconds, and a few strokes of my hand, away from erupting out in it's glorious. A small pearl of pre-ejaculate emerges from my tip. You turn and smile to me brilliantly, “It is beautiful.” And then you tell me that you too are wet and ask me if I would like to see. My throat is so dry I can barely croak, “Yes”. Is this really happening? What am I…what are we doing?You roll onto your back and hold your legs spread wide. I cannot describe the rapture flowing through me as I examine your perfect virginity. Your creases, your folds, the delicate shades of pink, shine softly in.