Constantly on the alert for danger, or food, she traveled faster than would seem possible with the easy gait she chose. Her eyes and ears, were consta...tly on the move, searching out every sight, every sound, in the forest. She came to a familiar stream, an easy leap of fifteen feet landed her dry on the other side. The leap caused her no thought. She could leap eighteen feet up a tree, or cross a stream twenty-five feet wide without wetting her feet. She could run faster than a food-one, climb. Her touch was even more thrilling than I imagined it would be, and despite how much I drank before she arrived, it’s a moment I’ll never forget. Not as long as I live. So why do I feel such a threatening sense of wrongness? Other than the obvious, I mean.Unlike his post-boat trip flights of erotic fancy, Luke had yet to reimagine last night into more than it was, for he was still trying to grapple with events as they actually occurred. There was a point up to which their interaction made. She only smiled and me and i could swear she began to slow her actions into a sort of strip tease."Do you like what you see james?",she asked.I could not answer her as all words at that moment left me.As i looked at her,her eyes where transfixed on my now hard 3 and half inch penis un able to be covered up in my loose fitting basketball shorts.She was now totally nude in front of me and beggining to pull her barely visible nipples."I think it is totally unfair that i am naked in front of you. By the by i am Suraj i am 22 year old. This story is about my mom. Her name is Shyama, she is a perfect mallu woman. She is 47 years old, curly hairs till waist, not much fatty, she is 36-34-38. She has been in Mumbai for a long time but her mallu accent is still there. When she walks I notice every one finds to have a look of her, she is not that fair but not that darker too. She is a very spiritual lady, u can identify it with her chandan ka tilak which she always put.Coming to the story, we.