There's nothing published about their language. But when I was a very young boy, my granddad Iron Bill had me on his lap, and told me a story his grea... granddad John Herrick told him. As a young explorer John once met a really old Indian shaman, who told him a story passed down in his Shawnee tribe about the Hopewell people and their song of the Blue Spirit. The shaman said the Spirit was a giant serpent that could move through rocks and leave perfectly round tunnels in its wake. He insisted. Noah was getting flashbacks to the apothecary in Clive, but at Cyrilo’s behest, he took a seat in an available chair and faced her, or at least, his clone sat down. Noah wandered around the room, searching for signs of danger and examining her artifacts.“I see that Rita did a good job with your arm.” The smoke had deepened the sound of her voice.“Yes, it’s as good as new,” he said through his clone.“Unfortunately, we need her skills quite often. Sometimes men like to rough up the girls. Taking. She smiled in self-congratulation at that obviously-practiced gesture."What are you waiting for?" she asked standing before me, her deep navel and soft belly right in my face, her shift in her hand. She smelled both clean and musky. Each of the tiny hairs on her smooth body looked like a small copper wire. "Ain't you interested?" I licked my chops and held her leg."I was just thinking," I said as I stood and kissed her nipples and then her neck, shoulder, eyes and lips. "I ain't been with a. The other boy grabbed her bulbous almost pregnant looking pot belly that did not fit her petite fit body. He groped, squeezed and rubbed it saying she had a round cum drinkers gut. The boy face fucking her spat on her while the other one verbally degraded her. She was being throat fucked so hard, the boy was wrapped completely around her head thrusting with full force until his thick load spewed in her mouth and he pulled out. She gulped hungrily and tried to suck his balls but.