.." I could hardly believe my eyes, "Watch this"I began again, pointing down the vale for the youngster. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its e...dless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku chuckled, visibly relieved at seeing the Zibong gone. "Should I stay. I slowly began to run my hand up and down his long shaft, running my hand round and over the head on my up stroke and pushing right down into the base on my down stroke. I found myself stroking faster so I slowed down a bit. I moved myself into a more comfortable position to stick my head out the window as I brought his cock up to my lips. By this time I was shaking like mad, I was thinking, what will it taste like, what will happen if I don’t like it, etc. I started by running my tongue over. The womanwas young, her features smooth and delicate. Lovely, long jet-black hairframed her face and melted into the darkness behind her. Her eyes werevast green pools, electrified by the radioactive glow emitting from thecontents of the case. She licked her full lips and smiled. Her eyessoftened as she peered inside.The briefcase was stainless steel. The interior was packed with a singleblock of protective foam, molded with a series of indentations. Withinthe first pocket, a package of. A low, deep growl reverberated from his chest as Jane hit the floor. Then he took off, leaving her there like so much discarded trash. Jane had only just enough time to retrieve her clothes from where the two females had dropped them and get them back on, before the tracker burst into the clearing by the bank of the lake. The flare gun was still on the floor where she had dropped it after Abou left her.Abou was mortified about the time it had taken him to find his way back, but was pleased to.