“Yes, please. You are still so shy, Pratyush,” she laughed as she put her hand on mine. That gave me chills, and looking at her face, I said, “W...at if I tell you I still like you?”She looked shocked, and her face turned red. She was still holding my hand, though. I moved my face towards her. I could feel her heart beating faster as I rubbed my cheeks on hers. Her skin was so soft, and with every rub, my dick was reacting handsomely inside my jeans.She held me tightly as I moved my lips close to. 3 men, 3 women. One tall, dark skinned, with long brunette curly hair, swaying across her lower back. Her breasts, obviously free beneath the silk skin that hugged the length of her body, bounced with every step, as did her square ass, obviously unconfined, or perhaps with just a thong. He knew she had piercing blue eyes. The other two women, both blondes, were in direct contrast but similarly dressed in long silk gowns. One had large breasts, the other did not, although the latter’s nipples. He’s the one who’s wigged out, not me.That seems pretty hard to go for, though. The Internet can’t find anything at all about cults or groups that go back to caveman living, and I can’t imagine he could have done all the work on those spears and the bag and the clothes and everything completely alone. There had to be others helping him, real others and not just figments of his imagination.So either there’s a whole crew of whackos out there, in which case where the hell are the rest of them, or. Her tits nearly fall out of her bra as she jumps back. “Didn’t you finish?”“Not yet.” She pauses for moment to think. I jump in before she can say anything. “You said nothing exciting ever happens to you. Well let’s do all the exciting things you never thought you’d do.”She smiled and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. “You want more?” As she removed it, her fully rounded breasts swung free. Each was a good handful with perfect dark pink nipples standing on the end. “What do you want.