[Robyn Ferrell, Sacred Exchanges: Images in Global Context, Columbia University Press, 2012] The Gija community has between 400 to 600 people, the loc...l population increasing in the wet season.They took a roundabout route back to the settlement. It was still quite dark when Zeke and Jos went to sleep. When Jos woke it was bright daylight. The nungungi was tending a fire of small twigs, periodically adding eucalyptus leaves to form an interrupted tower of smoke.“Good morning,” Jos said, “Sending. His thumb caresses my clit as he begins to kneel. I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me, begging, I need to taste you. His tongue caresses my moistened slit, effectively rolling my eyes back into my skull. My breath is ragged and harsh as he licks first my outer lips – slowly, teasingly – then slides the tip of his tongue against my clit. I gasp, clenching my fists in his hair and pulling him closer to me. The tip of his tongue continues to tease my slit, sliding up and down, tasting. It became quite obvious what was on his mind as the bulge in his shorts kept growing and growing. After seeing the size of his trouser snake the night before, I had to wonder if the zipper could contain it. Kelly had also noticed the swelling of Mark’s groin and stepped over to where he was leaning on the deck railing. She turned so that she was facing him and began to run her hands over his bare chest. They were followed by her tongue, tracing up the middle of his hairless upper torso, then. ”Even looking as pissed off as she was, Cas had to admit the brunette tied up in his bed was quite the sight. Her dark hair pooled at her shoulders in chocolate-caramel curls. Her tightly muscled arms were pulled up over her head, lashed to the headboard by Cas’ belt around her slender wrists. He could see the form of her body, shapely and firm, beneath the blankets that he’d pulled up over her round, pert tits for the sake of a little dignity. Admittedly, he couldn’t imagine a warrior like her.