.. tokens that can be traded in place of goods? Yes,” she replied as she fished inside one of her pouches. She withdrew a handful of square coins, p...ssing one of them to him. They were large and heavy by human standards, each one stamped with some kind of marker in their native language that he couldn’t read. “We don’t have much use for them in the village, they’re mostly used when we trade large quantities food and tools between settlements, or when a pack visits another village without. He knew that he was dying and he couldn’t do anything about it. At least the dumb bitches figured out that he had stopped squirming. He assumed they’d finally decided to poison him. When he woke he was surrounded by a few of the women all with concerned looks. It was touching, but that bitch with his body hadn’t bothered to show. He was glad when they finally fed him something other than that crappy red vegetable juice, cheese and applesauce, but clearly that oatmeal had been drugged since he. Meanwhile my mom had spread her thighs and was rubbing her panties. Then my dad slowly started removing her blouse and sari. She was wearing a white bra. Her delicious breasts were oozing out of the bra.He started to run his hands all over her body. He then removed her petticoat. Her pink panties were already dripping wet. He unhooked her bra and started sucking on her pink nipples. He slid his other hand inside her panties and started to rub her. She was letting out soft moans. My mom’s chair. I said something like my chest wasn’t sexy at all and just left it at that. After that it was just general chit chat for a little while before I decided to ask to go to the toilet. I had decided that I needed something excuse myself before I might say something that I would regret in front of her daughter. I could hardly flirt with Linda even though she had dropped that one hint. Linda led me inside and, rather strangely I thought, led me up the stairs into her bedroom. She pointed to a door in.