She watched me, repeating these actions, stopping to smile, only to take me deep again.I don't know how long this went on, I couldn't think. I couldn'... speak. I touched her shoulder to signal that I was close. She paid no attention, I think she knew. My eruption made me jump, jump again and wither. When I awoke I was covered. Laura was not in the room. I checked the bathroom. She was not there either. I panicked.I dressed, throwing on the clothes I had been wearing. Laura's clothes, white. I got to open her pussy and look inside. Mom explained the various parts of her pussy to me and said that if I rubbed her clit just right that I could drive her temporarily insane. I rubbed that bump till I thought my finger would fall off. For my reward Mom went berserk. She screamed, she cried, and she almost shook me off the bed. I had everything to do just to keep my finger on that clit of hers. She was right I had driven her to the brink of insanity and she thanked me for it.After that I. You don't need sleep, although you still retire quietly to your room every night, at first out of habit, but now solely not to arouse suspicion. You have heightened senses: you can see just fine in all but absolute darkness, you can make out a whispered word up to fifty yards away, and have a sense of smell so highly developed you can identify a person, even tell if they’re aroused, from their scent alone. No one can hide from you, as you can track like a bloodhound.In addition to all these. They were both shaking, frightened witless by the experience. Neither needed to tell the other that it had been a close call. This was Nigeria during the '66 Civil War; if Julia had been of the wrong tribe, they would both have been beaten, he killed, she raped, then both thrown to the crocodiles in the local river. She was a Chieftain's daughter, and he did know; that was why they were here, a few miles out in the bush, hoping for a last quiet meeting. Both knew the affair had to end. The.