And how beautiful this woman looked in the paper. Dark hair, lightly frizzed and flowing to her chest. He could not deny her beauty, a woman who actua...ly thinks amidst chaos, a woman willing to die for what she believes, and yet this preposterous beauty would never find him, for if they walked upon the same pavement on any street in the world they would find themselves staunch enemies. And he would never speak with her, never touch her or kiss her.For what seemed like hours he stared at her. He had already paced around the edges of the floor and had even walked over the shadows of the horns, seemingly measuring their length for reasons Amonas could not even hope to infer. It seemed like charlatanism; a madman in the wilderness trying to make sense of something bewilderingly distant like the suns or the stars, the color of the sky, and so on. But he would have to be patient and see for himself where it would lead.They'd soon have to go down to the base of the pyramid for water. Next, she asked me to rub my dick on her shirt. Her tight shirt with two nipples pointing out was great enough, but to rub my penis on it? That was too much. As I did, I could feel a slippery, tight shirt on the head of my dick, and then she took her shirt off. She gave me a boob job for a little, and we had fun with 69er for a while too. The 69er was the best part of the day. After I fingered and licked her pussy, she started to cry, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!!”And finally her sweet nectar. “You can pick that up and give it a sniff when you pop your eyes back in your head, Big Boy.”She sauntered into the apartment with her bare butt swaying back and forth. She leaned the top half of her body out of the room and blew a kiss at Phil.“Good to have you back,” she said. She leaned forward to snag the bikini bottoms.She popped back out a few minutes later fully clothed (for her) but still grinning. Since she had effectively moved away from her cousins – and anyone who might report her.