Didn't they tell you?"Of course Catla had to come forward to translate since the man obviously didn't understand the whole story. I was trying to use ...hat I knew of the Cro-Magnon language, but I'm sure I wasn't doing a very good job.After Catla translated I understood him when he asked why I spoke so poorly so I gave him a short batch of good old Texas English."Cause I ain't a dammed old cave man you stupid bastard. I'm bettin' my Cro-Magnon is a hell of a lot better than your. You whisper in my ear, “Let go. Be mine for eternity.” I feel his fingers trace my nether lips, up & down; letting one slide in to explore my pussy. I feel your cock on my thigh and it feels so hard and I sense the heat coming from it, I begin to ache. I hear your voice again, “Give in to me.” I finally relent and give in. I whisper back to you, “Yes, I will be yours.” You pull off my blindfold and you are smiling, it is the first time seeing you and you are beautiful. I take in your. These things took place many years ago, when sex health concerns were different. Plus we lived in a small town, AIDs was not an issue at the time, and other STDs were not common there either. Needless to say, she much preferred bareback and receiving semen internally. So, my story starts back about 35yrs ago. We hired this young 19yr old girl recently out of highschool at the place I worked as an assistant manager. I had just turned 21 a few months earlier, was still a virgin and had hardly. ‘Old friend, huh?’ she stage whispered loudly to Warren. ‘Don’t get her started.’ Warren said, suddenly sounding weary. Draga grinned. ‘I can cook.’ she offered to no one in particular, when the grinning fit had subsided. Dead Mans Party ended and Orgy’s rendition of Blue Monday began. ‘Really?’ Maria asked hopefully. ‘I can do omelettes. Pancakes, bacon, french toast… depending on what there is for food here.’ ‘Oh, chica, what are you waiting for? I’ll go get dressed, have a smoke, you do.