He says there’s a market for this stuff. The rest we pushed into a pile and burned.Our days ended with an outdoor shower. We have privacy. You canno... see our hilltop site from the nearby public road. At first the cold water from the site’s deep well was a shock, but now we’re used to it and frankly I found that being naked outdoors with Jay is quite a treat in itself.We kept at our task, slowly reducing the rubble, clearing, cleaning up.We dragged the ridgepole out of the biggest pile of. '“I'll keep it right here till I can transfer it to my phone” she tells me as she slips it inside of her shirt and under her bra.I just smile and as she turns to walk away my eyes are drawn to her butt. She is wearing a tighter version of a pair of track pants. MMNNNNN. She turns around and catching me staring at her ass smiles and tells me to enjoy the heat. Smiling back I tell her, “I am” She laughs and disappears into the ladies locker room.My mind is all over the place as I drive home.. She was moaning like mad all the way. And by the time I reached Z she came at least 3 times.Me: It’s time babe. I wanna fuck you now.A: Yes babe gives it to me. Shove your hard dick in mine. My virginity is for you.I spread her leg wide on the sofa, adjusted my self and pushed my sick inside of her. I couldn’t get it in. She holds my dick and guided it in. And cause she was so wet my dick didn’t have the difficulty to go in. I kept pushing till I hit some sort of a wall. Annu was moaning like. Tribal members were sold into slavery. The Medallions were not recognized as magical and were scattered among the victors.The grandson of one of the leaders was sold to a scholar in Timbuktu. He converted to Islam and took the name Harun. Harun bought his way to freedom and became a merchant. Years later, Harun wrote a memoir of his life for the instruction of his descendents. In it, he told the story of the Medallions as a warning of the corrupting nature of pagan magic. A copy of Harun's.