Her eyes were totally focussed on my cock. She had tightened her grip more and increased her stroking pace significantly; exactly as I had done. Up an... down! Up and down! Her fingers slapped noisily against my body as she reached the base of my shaft on her downward strokes. She rubbed up higher across the head now, her hand sweeping over the ultra-sensitive spot right under the eye. I could not take much of that...I knew I could not last much longer, and my breathing became more and more. Against all logic i decided to stay with all these strangers while my friends left, i would normally go with my friends but something in my head told me to stay because this was going to be a good night.Before long i caught the eye of a raven haired beauty across the bonfire. We stared at each other through the flames kinda just smiling at each other she seemed to be on her own too. It reminded me of the opening scene of my favorite movie JAWS.She was exactly the type i go for tall slim. I could have been rough with Lexi, and abused her or tried to force myself on her, but I wasn’t that kind of person. And this, having Lexi willfully inhaling my prick, willingly sucking me off was even better. I would’ve had to fight for every inch if I had stuck with the blackmail route, and having her stare at me while she worked me over equalled a level of submission that I couldn’t have otherwise forced out of her. I could see the subservience, and the eagerness to please in her eyes, and. " They can't forgive the child for being sired by their enemy, because the child doesn't exist yet. So if nobody steps in to take over siring the child, the Hopewell belief is that the pregnant mother should be cut out of the tribe." That doesn't make sense." With our understanding of conception, of course not. These people are so much better than us in some ways, sometimes we forget that in other ways they're still worse. They think a man's seed is kept in the woman's body, and that the woman.