But it wasn’t enough. Within a month I was bored again. And so when the opportunity presented itself, I jumped again. And again. And again. I had no...sense of geography. I had no sense of ethnicity. I had no sense of direction, of purpose, of time. I wandered and sampled and observed and wandered. I swapped and ate and hunted and fucked and swapped.At some point — decades? centuries? — after I first left home, I actually became homesick. I tried to find my way back to my tribe in the hill. As she closed her eyes again he ran his fingers over her nether hair, excited to find that it wasn't the course, rough kind that he had expected, but a soft, almost silk-like sort that added to her beautiful, naked body.He reached his hands up and spread her legs. She obliged, and brought both her knees up to allow him more room. He crawled between her legs so that his mouth was just over her pussy."Oh, God, Luc, I've wanted you to taste me for so long..."He rubbed his nose on the top of her. Despite a lot of exercise and wrestling, Charles was active as ever laying over Lyla and fucking her. Fatigue didn't matter as the man's sex drive kept him pounding the nude and exhausted fitness trainer.After minutes of mercilessly fucking the nude fitness trainer in his studio, Charles put his arms around her and got up. The nude man effortlessly carried a tired Lyla out of the studio and headed upstairs. A long time of working out and sweating meant nothing when Charles had a high sex drive. Shirt aur Nikar pahen li aur kamre mein TV daikhne laga tabhi darwaze pe dastak hui to maine jaise hi darwaza khola to daikha usi din wali wo aurat darwaze ke bahar khadi thi aaj uske chehre pe ek smile thi aur wo muskurati hui boli sahab main aapke liye khana layi hon maine khud banya hai aub aap shahar walo ko pata nahi pasand aaye ga ya nahi maine usey undar aane ko kaha wo undar aayi aur mere liye khana nikalne lagi jitni dair wo khana laga rahi thi main us ke jism ko hi daikhta raha kya.