I was beginning to feel a familiar tingling starting in my clit and spreading throughout my pussy. I tried not to show it but my brother knew me all t... well. Gotta cum? I could feel his smirk. I didnt answer him. You can talk. He bit down on my clit. Yes! I practically screamed. Mmmm, and he shoved two fingers inside me. Tell me when, he said as he began finger fucking me as fast as he could as he sucked and bit my clit. I started trembling and he groaned. I let out a whimper as I arched up off. “Mm-hm,” I replied as I licked her lips.“Mmmm?” she asked as she felt my tongue snake into her mouth.“Uh-huh,” I insisted.“Aah,” she concluded as she licked me back and threw an arm around me and sat up to get closer to me and pressed her body against mine.I stared into her excited eyes. With our mischievous eyes locked in agreement, she climbed over and straddled me and grabbed my face and took command of our urgent French-kiss operation.“Unh!” she exclaimed, looking back as she realized my. I make it inside and limp over to the sofa. It's dark and quiet and peaceful and I just needed to be here. And I can't stop shaking, and my insides are full of fizz that makes me feel sick and light headed. And it's like I could only hold myself together until I got here, and now I'm falling apart.I'm sitting on the couch with my head in my hands, trying to breathe, but I'm still shaking so hard I can only get little sips. And I hear her voice. It's sleepy and worried and I scrunch my nails. The piece had a severe cortex of waste material left on the unused side of the artifact (When, in the process of replenishing ones tool bag, it is a well known fact that first come is first served is part of the process. The first people get the best material.) First user through an area has his pick of resources. A quality knapper uses quality lithics ... and knows what they look like. The man who fashioned the blanks knew what he was doing.If I were a collector, those blanks would be worth a.