And that ... was Dara with a capital D.But ... like I said in the beginning. Sometimes fantasies are just that, and so remain ... fantasies.And then f...te perhaps, decreed otherwise. Much to my delight.I had long been interested of course in learning more about my own Native American heritage and culture. And as such, I had also taken interest in even more ancient cultures and societies whose roots had similar ties and backgrounds. Thus invited to go on a quick trip to learn more about one of. So, what do I do with my unusual gift, you ask? Well, I decided to use my dirty little mind to bring sexual pleasure to others. Some put erotic writing in the same category as watching porn. I envision pastors raising crosses to me; churches may preach against reading these mature-content stories. There is a reason we write under pseudo names and have avatars as our profile pictures. My friends and family do not know about my naughty little stories and would fall over dead if they ever found. "My mom was even nice about it--to his face. But, when she came home and told my dad they both started ranting about how living with Jase and Eddie must have turned him that way, and they didn't want me over there at all anymore--and, they told me to stay away from Luke, but, it's not like I wasn't good at breaking the rules already." How could Luke not know this?" I asked."I stopped inviting him over," Aaron responded, as if it were obvious. "I mean, he started to get weird about it at first,. .. “Okay...” She reaches down between her legs, singing softly as she pushes her fingers down and splits her pussy lips open. “If you want it – here it is...” She’d continue with her song lyric (“Come and get it...”) but she drops into a gasp as the dog begins to lick at her lips. His hot, wet tongue slipping between them, then sliding up and over her clit – making her gasp, shiver and smile... He seems to enjoy it as much as she does. Sweeping his long tongue over her pussy lips – letting it.