” “Who are you and what do you want?” My placating didn’t seem to have gone too well. “My name is Brent Wilde. I’m a geology student. I’... here to do some investigating up there,” I pointed to the nearby rocks. “Ah!” “Yes, I’m interested in the possibility of mineral deposits. May I ask about you?” “Smith. Norma Smith.” “I see you have a geologist’s hammer, are you one of our fraternity?” “Amateur. Just interested.” One certainly could not accuse Norma Smith of being garrulous. I decided not to. Alan nodded then arose with Hopix’s arms still around him. “I want to finish this as fast as possible but I think that the last 30 are counting on me being reckless.”“I believe you are right, maybe a calming meditation,” Hopix asked, to which Alan could only stare at her. To him meditation with his wife was when she actually left him alone!Taking a deep breath Alan sighed, and then shrugged hell it couldn’t hurt to try now could it. Concentrating on Hopix’s face Alan could actually feel the. Sex, and I mean really good sex, the best you can experience, has no relationships, these are just legal barriers meant to limit through fear and when I say limit, I mean, when a girl, like myself wants to feel a man inside her, solely for sexual pleasuring, who can she choose when all around her are her family.How many men amongst us have seen a sister, a mother, an aunty or cousin, naked and inviting and having stole a furtive look on the heaving breasts and round bottom, turned and walked. The plant seemed to hear her this time, and they began to pump in and out of her sopping pussy one at a time, in intervals. Ava was nearly lost at this point, moaning and squirming and begging for more, and when she felt something hot and wet and flat flick her clit she nearly cried with relief. The vines holding her legs together finally relaxed and let her splay them apart, and just as she felt the warm tickles of orgasm at the back of her mind begin to grow, one of the vines in her pussy.