Are you alright?”Jeeka called down, “Shaman. I am glad to see you. An animal was sniffing around below for a while. I think it was a boar or somet...ing, so we stayed up here quietly. Umma is still frightened; that is why she was crying.”“In that case, get down here smartish. I left Malloka on the trail, and she is in no fit state to fight off a boar.”The girls tiredly climbed down, looking dirty and dishevelled, but he pushed them again.“Come on, this way. You lead, Jeeka. I’ll keep an eye on. Wow kya gulaabi choot thi uski, may uski choot k lips par kiss krne laga wo usi waqt farigh hogyi , sara pani mere mun par gira phr may ne usay apna lund sucks krne ko kaha pehle to usne mana kia phr chosne lag gayi may uske moo may hi jhad gaya , kuch dair hm ek doosre k uper lete rahe phr hm ne kising start kr di or wo mera lund masalti rahi mera lund ab uski choot phaarne ko tayar tha, may ne uski kamar ke neeche aik takiya rakha or uski taangay ooper utha di, uski choot or apne lund par. I run my hand up my side and for the first time realizing I don't have a shirt on and my boy shorts are half off my hips. As my hand slides over my ribs, I feel a tinge of pain, bite mark most likely. Cupping my breast my nipple hardens as the palm of my hand slides over it. My hand goes up and over my neck feeling more bite marks, bruises and scratch marks on the back of my neck. “Battle wounds,” I say with a grin and a shake of my head.Continuing to explore my body, I watch as yours slightly. ”I asked Mom, but she was doubtful.“I’ve never met this Wes Collins,” she said. “Who is his father? Does he work at the university?”“No, Mom,” I said. “He’s an insurance agent.”“Bring him home,” said Mom. “Then I’ll decide.”I was bit embarrassed to tell Wes this, as I was sure that I was the only girl whose mom was so fussy. But I knew Mom would not give me permission otherwise. He was not keen on it.“What does she want?” he asked. “To make sure I don’t have two horns and a tail?”“I don’t know,.