Past just being a nerd or a geek." People survive that. Meet 'em halfway..."She skewered me with a look. "Oh, okay. Dumb down my conversations, change...the music I listen to, start dressing like everybody else so I'll be unique, just like them? Nah. Can't see myself doing that. Not that I haven't tried."She stood up. "Homework. See you tomorrow, okay?" Great. Be careful out there." I will. Predators, you know..." And with that cryptic statement, she left.I kicked off my shoes and settled back in. I guess that was a precaution so I would not try to escape. At this point I was thinking that was an unlikely possibility. When I got back I could see that someone had brought food into the hut. There were bowls of fresh fruit, mostly berries. There was a small barbecue pit set up in the hut, with what appeared to be some sort of fowl roasting on a spit. As the outer portion of the bird became cooked to perfection, one of the women would break a piece off with her fingers and feed it to me. She. Kate was deaf-and-blind to everything around her except the lusty lavings this magnificent male beast was delivering to her sex-tortured vaginal cleft. Her eyes were half-closed, her lids fluttering with expectant passion, and her lips ovaled and quivering with unspoken desires. "Oooooh, lover, that's it... lick me harder, handsome! Oh, yes, lick my pussy soooo goooodddd!" She wanted him to keep it up, to lick again and again with his hotly swirling tongue, but instead, she began to pay heed to. Uss wakt maine apna kurta uttar diya tha aur kewal pyjama pehne hua tha. Meri chhati par ghane bal hain. Kanchan vapis jane lagi to maine usko rok liya. ” Kanchan, mujhe sardi lag gayi lagati hai aur sir mein bhi bahut dard ho raha hai. Kiya tum mere sir mein malish kar sakti ho, barish ke karan mujhe kamp kampi bhi mehsoos ho rahi hai. Agar ghar mein brandy ho to mujhe ek glass mein garam pani mein brandy mila ker pila de,’ Kanchan ki nigah meri chhati per tiki hui thi, jaise ki vo apni nazar.