Her body was glistening with sweat. Rivulets of sweat rolled from her forehead and dripped off her nose onto her chest and breasts. Cum still clung to...her face and tits, some of which had run down onto her stomach. Her hair was matted to her forehead. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth. Her nose was running. Her nipples were red and hard. Her pussy juice streamed freely onto the chair and dripped onto the floor. She was exhausted from all of her shaking, pulling and squirming. I covered. This is the story of me getting the power to control time and my great life after that.Well before I got the power to control time I was just an average looking kid maybe a bit below average. I was an introvert nothing too serious just no friends, low self esteem, when ever I get a chance locking my self in my room and masturbating to porn and of course I had zero sexual experience. A totally frustrated High School senior.I can still remember the day clearly. It was a Friday January 16th 2015.. .. the longer your tongue works its magic between my legs, the more likely it is that I’ll forget the entire idea.”Shaking his head in disbelief, he moved on top of her and began kissing her neck. She sighed with pleasure as his mouth worshipped her flesh, and she was writhing by the time he arrived at her succulent breasts. For a long while he caressed and teased her nipples with the gentleness he knew she preferred, but when he realized that she was fighting against the buildup to orgasm, he. All said this was unsafe territory for a Shoshone Indian blond hair or not. Reluctantly Sun Hair decided he needed to head for his own lands. He would leave it up to the tribal council to decide what to do.Crossing into lands controlled by the pony riders, Sun Hair watched a patrol of their riders. Putting himself in their path, he waited for their approach. He was happy that this patrol was being led by a member of the clan that the Shoshone had started calling the owls. These were the.