“They’re like ping pong paddles. No, they’re thinner, like spatulas.”“With long creepy toes.” Emmy agreed. “Can I get some help? The gro...nd is really cold.”It took four of them to pull Emmy up.“And this is only halfway cooked.” Samira rubbed her belly. “I don’t know about you girls, but I don’t want to get pregnant again.”“Unless that’s what Adam or Nut wants.” Maura stomped in her boots and triumphed.“I can tell Adam no.” Samira grumbled.“The fuck you can.” Jen laughed. “Fuck me! Fuck my. I once again cover your cock with my mouth and suck deeply as you drag your tongue up and flick at my clit. This time I do not remove my mouth from you, yet still moan noisily. You feel the vibration from my vocalized pleasure deep through your balls and into your core. My pulse quickens as you sink a finger deep inside me and continue to tongue me. I spiral into pleasure. I grind my hips into your mouth and cum from regions deep within my soul, so powerful that I need to feel you inside me. I. She smiled and reached into my panties and pulled out my cock and said that I seem just as turned on. I told her that he could be her freebie, meaning if she ever had the opportunity she had my blessing to have her way with him. Her reply is where things took an interesting turn. She asked what if she found someone who looked like him. It was at this point that I told her that I was turned on by the thought of her being with someone else. We rolled over and she got on top of me and slid down. Elam Hunnicut." he answered politely."Elam is no good for an Indian." She thought hard for a moment. "I will give you an Indian name, would you like that?"Elam nodded, the Indian lore had always held him fascinated. He anxiously waited for her to name him, she smiled at his eagerness."The great spirits wish for you to be named Ne-A-No." She proclaimed as she again turned the great meat on the spit."What does it mean...in Indian?" The boy asked of his new name.She smiled and lifted the bowl.