She cried out as she throbbed, her pussy pulsing hard around his fingers, squeezing them, her hips jerking slightly."Mmm, very well-developed muscles ...or someone so young as well," Lanno said with a grin as he thumbed her nub again, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible and making her pussy squeeze his fingers again. "I can only imagine what that would feel with something else in there instead of my fingers. Or perhaps I will have to find out one day."After her orgasm had finally faded to. As you pulsated you called Rob to the bed. Taking him in your arms you told him you were going to teach him to make love to a woman. Holding him tightly you kissed him and moved his hands to those special spots I know so well on your body. He almost quivered with each new place he learned to touch. His expression was indescribable as you put his fingers in your mouth then into your love canal. My hands rubbed your back, butt and thighs as you tutored him. Then without warning I laid you. Silas gave a bark of laughter, and allowed Ian get a few steps away. But when the boy reached the door, he had hardly managed to pull it open when Silas’s hand tangled in his hair, pulling him backwards until he hit the floor hard.Silas closed the door and flipped the lock.“Nice try. I admire the effort, not to mention the spirit. Do you know how dull this would be if you never even tried to fight me?”Ian didn’t appear to be listening as he lay on the floor, rubbing the back of his head.“See?”. Keeps us living and knowing that we’re living. ‘Cos these stories they were handed down by word of mouth for generations upon generations for thousands of years.The reason that we tell these stories is to know where we’re coming from. Gives us an identity of the people. And if we know where we’re coming from, we know where we’re going. As long as we keep telling these stories we know that our culture is alive and running strong through our veins.Why I like telling the stories is because it’s.