"Up in there, get up inside me. Oooh, yes, oooh, oh, that's really good, Russell, you make me feel so good, yes, right in there, oh, do it harder, oh,...don't stop." She was moaning and pushing herself against me as I twirled my tongue up inside as she held herself open. Then, she grabbed my head on each side and pulled my face into her wet crotch and bucked against me. "UUH, UUH, OH, OOOH, OOOH, uuh, uuh, oh, lick me, lick me, oh, yes, oh, so good, yes. Mmm." She pulled me up to her and hugged. Everything started to shake -- and then it stopped. I waited for a minute, and then went back outside and it was gone. “What was that?” I thought while still shaking with fear. After that, I went outside every night for 3 years at the same time to see if it would come back. I was 15 when it came back one night. I saw it hovering there in the same spot as last time but this time I didn’t run. I stood my ground and didn’t let my fear overtake me. Then a beam of light shot down right precisely to. Instead there was a repeat of the bleak conditions of the previous winter. The snow settled. The wind blew with icy ferocity. The cold penetrated through the thickest furs. But this year, with the better land lore provided by the Cave Painters, the villagers ate better and were better able to fend off the worst that the winter demons could throw at them.It was a morning in early Spring when news finally arrived of the fate of Chief Cave Lion, Glade and the others.The snow had mostly melted, but. When I got to Linda's she was walking her dog and eager to go. She was very cheerful and her floral print sun-dress seemed to flow as she walked. It was a sight that simply made me horny as fuck. Putting her dog away, she grabbed her big floral handbag that matched her dress and we were off.Her friend, Kathy, was short with dark auburn colored hair and gave me the impression of a hippie, a sexy ass hippie. She was wearing a sun-dress, too, and I was already thinking of all the thigh shots I was.