"HEY!! Wait a minute ... Just who are you calling Natives? Listen here, buster ... Political Correctness doesn't fit in this chronical. You might be w...iting this mess, but WE have a say in what yer doin' We were here first!" shouted Kurt.And the Peanut Gallery all shouted, "AMEN!" Errrr ... maybe we were first ... kinda ... sorta ... but the first batch of Orientals split," explained Joanne in a rush. "They couldn't take the shaking or the heat ... to say nothing of the rise in sea level.". Naked as I was I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the toilet. One night I didn't go back to bed. Instead I went into grannies saloon and placed myself in a comfortable easychair. It didn't take long and I had a nice erection which I really enjoyed. I started to stimulate softly my hardon and kept my erection without coming for a nice long time. And when the day started to rise I finally went back to bed where I covered my hardon under the sheets. Early in the mornings I could hear grannie. Dark settled on the woods, bring with it the night sounds. She arose and retired to her pavilion, pausing at the door she looked back at him. He still stared at the fire, cloaked in thoughts of what she knew not, or perhaps locked in a moral struggle of his own mind. Lying abed she fought the temptation to go to him, her body was aroused and feverish. Her hands played his part, wandering over the sensitive flesh of her chest and between her thighs. Still the thought of him just outside and the. Flavor profiles not intended for second tasting, nor third or fourth. Which is exactly why she craves it… the heat and the burn on the tongue and the cheek. It’s addiction now. Seven years running and she still can’t cum without barbed thorns in fun.Her hips wriggle and wiggle and gyrate and slap hard against mine: a frenetic dance of machine gun prance, like Beyoncé on stage, drowning in, soaking up, sweet drunk adulation. It’s rough and messy and fringed with desperate need. But with her, the.