But what they fail to understand is fictional stories are predictable- simple, but reality will always surprise you with new experiences. This woman P...jita Mann, I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me, but I am a stalker, a very good one. It was a year ago that I learned that this woman was cheating on her husband and so I followed her, just for curiosity. She must have a secret lover or two, max! If she is the slutty kind, I thought. But more I learned about her adventures, less I would have. Also, speculating that Treeya did wish to leave Threm's clan, taking her by force was not a viable option, and if I stole her away it would mean future problems with their clan, so the only reasonable solution I could come up with was to trade for her.My old mind would have found it difficult to rationalize all these things, but my new mind found it effortless.Considering my trading options, I had very little to offer. Generally, trade consisted of fresh or dried meats or fish, prepared furs. I could feel Sreeja’s juices flowing out onto my face and she trembling.I stood up, Sreeja still in a fit, but her legs still wide apart, I placed my fully erect penis on her pussy and shoved it inside. Her wetness and my fingering made it slide inside all the way. My penis in full glory comes around 7 inches with good thickness and the huge thing entering her made her cry in sudden pain, which she silenced by biting into the pillow. Even though Sreeja was not a virgin, such thickness was new. I suspected it was freshly baked. It was a good breakfast and I knew that it would keep me going for most of the day.After breakfast, I called my driver, collected my travel bag, and headed out of the city. I was very impressed by the statues that we passed along the way. Russians definitely don't do things in a small way. The statues were huge.We headed north on what I would describe as a freeway. Occasionally we would encounter a situation where the traffic had completely come to a stop. At.