Was it a matter of degree of intelligence or some physical advantage? That is hard to answer. There are hypotheses that masquerade as theories, but th... evidence is not compelling one way or the other; as, in the main, there is very little of it.It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that modern man is more intelligent than our ancestors. After all, we have computers to count for us while they had fingers or strings with knots. We have cars and airplanes while they were lucky to have shoes.. He obliged her, and she screamed, half pain, half ecstasy as his thick cock slid inside her tightest hole. She knew this position, knew what was coming, why her cunt was still empty and accessible. Even as the man beneath her assaulted her ass, she watched another taking his position between her legs. She shuddered, every inch of her body shaking as he shoved his cock in her dripping wet cunt. She whimpered, eyes closed, just taking it all in, the men fucking her there in front of her audience.. “Oh my god! Thank you so much Mark! You have no idea what this means to me! I really didn’t want to go to this party alone tonight.” “Anytime Lauren. We will have a fun time tonight. Plus I really want to meet some of your college friends.” I said. She turned around to leave into the den but stopped like she forgot to do something and turned back and said “You’re father can be such a dick sometimes” she joked. We both laughed and went our separate ways in the house.We did our things that we had. Casey asked."I had to, sir," the boy mumbled.The door to the office opened, and Scott was led in. The teacher had another boy by the arm too, that looked like he was shaking with fear."Scott!" Martha said in shock."Hi, Aunt Martha," Scott said in resignation. "Don't worry. I didn't hit him." Does something smell here?" Seth asked the room in general, but he was looking at Scott.Scott shook his head slightly, and Seth's shoulders relaxed. Seth had been asking Scott if Brujos were involved..