..Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eig -?BOORRMB?It was a dark and stormy night. Ally was lying in bed and counting hisheartbeats: eight heartbeats...? just over five seconds ? over a mile. Thelightning was hitting almost half way to the grocery store or just insidethe big park, depending on the direction. A few years ago, back whenlightning had scared him, his father had told Ally how to figure out howfar away it was (or at least sort of just about), and he knew how far itwas to those places. Unfortunately, it was much worse, but she obviously enjoyed it. She began hopping up and down on my tongue like it was a dick, and I could feel her flabby ass slapping against my chest with every bounce. My nose was grinding into her clit and her large pale stomach was bobbing against my forehead. Despite all of this, I could feel my cock get harder than it ever had before. Finally, she stopped bouncing. I have an idea, she said mischievously. She looked down at me and winked before lifting. My ass has a truly beautiful heart shape, my tits have a lift to them that gives them the curve up and out look. I love showing off my bod. I love sitting in a crowded room dressed in a short skirt crossing, uncrossing, and ocassionally spreading my legs just a little so the men and some women can see my panties. I never believed there was anything wrong with that. They only see my panties and it gives them such a thrill. I have been doing that since junior high. Even my male teachers would. She would use this meeting to share her new knowledge with her colleagues.And so it went, there was always something for everybody at the great mammoth hunt. And, be it important or trivial, everybody came away from the hunt with something new. This was why any person who wasn't dead just had to be at the great gathering.Thus Doug and Evening Star went along with everyone else to the great gathering. Evening Star because she wanted her pregnancy to be noticed, and Doug because no.