As we felt our release building, I looked into her eyes. Our breathing had become very heavy.I pulled out, turned her around. Looking in her eyes, I a...ain positioned my dick on her lubricious pussy. I started to move my large, engorged dick head in and out, teasing her. Maya could not bear or control her feelings as she pulled me back.I thrust my dick deep into her slippery pussy. I held her ass and pulled her in me until I could bury my meat rod all the way deep into her wet blazing hot pussy.. Not so today. Midge didn't mind it one bit, any excuse to feel Betty's hands on her skin was a pleasure.When she began applying the lotion to Betty's skin, she would intentionally slip her fingers under the confines of Betty's bikini bra and rub her breast. This excited Betty immensely. The danger of being seen in this compromising situation just added to the excitement.As usual, Jughead was exploring Betty's famous picnic basket for snacks. He wasn't paying attention to those near him at. The wood was quiet, as if it held its breath. And then, in one quick silent motion, she jumped at him, grabbed the hilt of his sword, tore it out of its sheath, and violently pushed him to the ground. He fell, lying with his face down, stunned, the breath knocked out of him by a tree root under his chest — he fought for air, he fought to prop himself up — and then, over his pain and his own ragged breaths, he heard sounds, strange wild noises, screams. When he finally managed to look around. They mostly live near and about caves, because the spirits they worship live there. The same caves are also where they exhibit statues and paintings that venerate the spirits and record their history. Homes made of mud and clay, fur and stones, ivory and tree-branches: none of these last forever. The Cave Painters live in and around caves because they are eternal and where they can preserve their culture forever." And how do they do this?" The most important artefacts of their tribe are hidden.