Dorcas arched her back with a final squeal and shuddered. Her lower lips clamped hard around my stiff member, which was now too sore to ejaculate. �...You didn’t cum, Josh,’ she said accusingly as she relaxed. ‘I couldn’t,’ I replied. ‘I’m too sore.’ ‘Too sore? Not man enough, more like. You need to be all man for me, Josh.’ ‘I’m not Josh,’ I dared to say. ‘Not Josh? Where is he?’ ‘I’m sorry, Dorcas. He’s dead. He died a long time ago. So did you.’ ‘I’m dead? Then how can I do this?’ Her pussy. I had to wait ages for someone to talk to me, but I could see the mechanics looking at me. I had been wandering round the workshop to fill-in the time, and hadn't realised that there was a pit underneath one of the cars. It was only when I heard a mechanic wolf-whistle and looked for where the noise had come for that I noticed it and him - looking right up my dress. Not wanting to spoil his fun, nor mine, I pretended not to notice him and stayed where I was. I was feeling brave, and lifted one. It had to have been done before Europeans came here, or just after,” Phalmina told them, keeping her eyes peeled as the group moved deeper into the black forest.“It’s that old?” Jason queried.“Likely, a native Shaman put the protections in place. The magic feels deep, intimately tied to the land it’s on. Only Native Shamans had that level of a connection with the land,” Sheena explained.“She’s right. The Natives of North America practiced their Shamanistic magics for so long, that their. “You got me. I want to suck your penis.”And with that she slid down and took me in her mouth and carefully, slowly plunged her mouth over the head of my cock and made appreciative little noises as she began to enjoy what she was doing. She held my balls as if they were treasure and she traced the creases of my crotch with her fingertips.Then she threw herself onto her back and gave me the grand invitation.“You can fuck me,” she said proudly, proud of having overcome whatever inhibitions she.