I was content to listen. And watch. I wondered if she’d forgotten about me. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her fingers wandering up...ards, tracing the edge of her panties where they met her thigh. Slowly at first. She shivered. Or maybe she trembled? I wasn’t even sure I knew the difference. Or if there even was a difference. I felt a compulsion to reach down into my jeans and re-arrange my cock again. Only, I was afraid to ruin the moment.I thought she might have sighed. Or. Quinn Flyers. A bunch of guys go down to the football field on the first day of school, to celebrate. It’s pretty rad. You wanna come?”“Hey, thanks, but I don’t think so,” Tim said, his mouth feeling dry. Quinn’s smile wasn’t exactly friendly. “C’mon, you’ll be my guest. There’s usually plenty of babes there, lots of booze. Probably some weed. Might get lucky. And you can bring your sister, Cassie, or whatever the fuck her name is.” Quinn grinned, the toothpick twitching upwards jauntily. “Oh,. The tightening of her pussy was just too much for my knob to bear, and I was suddenly on the threshold of unloading another sackload of cum."God Cat, I'm cumming again! Where do you want it?!?"This just caused her to get even more animated, squealing in delight."In me! I want your fucking cum inside me!"She started to raise and lower herself on her knees, faster and faster, until she was practically jumping onto my cock. Her bouncing around on my knob sent me over the edge.I emptied another. The legend goes that a small tribe of the Choctaw Nationwas trapped in the valley in late 1831 and they all died of exposure.One of the members of that tribe was betrothed to a young member ofanother tribe, a nascent shaman, who backtrailed to find his beloved,and, finding the few sad survivors, learned from them of his love'sheroic assistance and unflagging faith in her betrothed. Wracked bysorrow and hopelessness, he cast a wild spell, gathering all of thepower in the valley to a single.