Ellen and poor Marie are now fully abound by the affects of the so called Breedin' Juice the natives termed it. Both now totally succumb to it's affec...s and even more so the fact of the priestess who had planted yet something else "deep" within their vaginas, Making them have lost total consciousness. Now many tribal men dressed in their ritualistic costumes of nothing more than the skins they had saved from past hunts of the "wild boars" their village so needed as food to. Row after row same thing...couples posing on the cover with the crazy 80's graphics we all know and love. Then I finally get to the back row of the adult vids when I come across something that peaks my interest. Something very familiar leers out at me. I bend down to get a closer look and it's a SHEMALE VIDEO. I start to tremble because I don't want to caught with it in my hands and have a customer percieve me as gay. I look around to see if there is anyone in sight and NO ONE is in the. A part of Duncan knew this had happened before - so many times before. Another part of him knew this had always been his fantasy, Nicolette kneeling before him, getting ready to service his needs. And a third part of the confused boy wished she’d cut her hair a bit shorter, maybe grow some muscles... “Do it babe,” the football player grunted. “I want to feel your mouth around me.”As a smile spread across Nicolette’s face and she prepared to do as she was told, she hesitated. Something felt. The song of a nightingale sounded from a group of trees and a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “How Cheesy!” Her whispered echo of my thoughts made us both giggle. “Wherever you want.” Butterflies started to dance in my tummy, and I grew bold, allowing my thumb to stroke the back of her hand. She didn’t pull away. We came by a group of trees that formed a wide circle. My daring spiked again, and I pulled her through a gap. I had come here often in the daytime, to study away from my hyper.