4 • October 2005]. It was good but there was so much that I knew wasn't quite right. As I recalled, it said something like:Traditional tribal healer..., called 'Nungungi' in some language groups of Central Australia, are identified as such whilst still young children and are given special education in the healing arts. Medical ethnobotany is currently practised widely by Aboriginal Australians and is a living profession. In littoral, coastal and inland communities, a sick individual will consult. ” I laughed harder. “How do you do that?” she asked, still panting and sorting out her thoughts. “Make me cum. On command, for fucks sake. Like I'm a dog.” “It's a mind thing,” I said as I kissed her shoulder. “Luckily we have a certain chemistry, so I can read you well enough. I can tell when you're close, and by instinct or intuition I can usually tell what words will push you over.” “Do you have any idea how amazing that is?” I shrugged, raising up and slowly pulling out. We both moaned at. You’re letting me reach my peak. I silently remember to thank you later and give into the sensations taking over me. My mind stops thinking just long enough for the pleasure you’re stroking from me take over. I shudder, scream obscenities, clench and unfurl fingers and toes, and moan out the biggest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced outside of penetration. You diligently lick and slurp up all the juice and cum my pussy gushes out, slowly cleaning my inner thighs that got splashed a bit. She had wanted to witness the scene and now that they were there and it was taking place, Pete wanted her to get her kicks from it. However, she was pulling on his arm so fiercely that he had no choice. They were at the front door and out onto the porch before he quite realized it. Mary reached around him and pulled the door shut."Oh, Pete!" she sobbed. "I couldn't stand it. It was too much, honey. Too much."He patted her head. "Okay, we'll cut out if you like. It was... well, I started to say.