She took her hand under her mini-skirt and rubbed her wet hot pussy and then thumb flicked her engorged clitoris.Her moans soon attracted their attent...on and sent them scampering into a corner, covering themselves with their hands. Their eyes wandered to her crotch, catching her with her hand in her honey pot. The moment of tension that ensued was endless, suddenly without a word being said by anybody, she walked up to Claire and planted a kiss on her lips. Claire was stunned, but before she. The elders greatly admired his carvings of strange mythical beasts they had never even heard of, like whales and seals and walrus and bears. Actually, one of the elders had heard of a bear once. John even made a miniture totem pole, which was hidden away by the wise man, (who was too wise to be known as a shaman) as being too special for everyday looking. His carvings brought good barter when the caravans passed by, and many caravans sought them out to see what they had for trade, made by. "Together they lay there in synched breath, feeling each other's pulse as they both drifted off to sleep.-In the night, Mark dreamt of a distant yet still potent memory from years ago. Back when he was a boy and just starting to discover his body, he learned that if he squeezed hard enough with his blanket between his legs, something felt good. This led to exploration, eventually narrowing down to rubbing the blanket on his little guy (as his mother called it). Pretty quickly, he tried it. I distinctly remember seeing that hard cock, now hard as a rock, straining in pantyhose!He put his pants on the couch and asked "Do you mind if I keep these on". I couldn't take my eyes off his massive cock as he sat at the radio next to me, rubbing me with those hose.He said "go ahead, feel my legs, they feel great". I did and remember the incredible silky feel of his hairy legs. I knew what we were doing, and I knew he wanted me to touch his hard cock. I asked him if I could and he said.