"Why are these wet baby?" I whispered. "Were you playing with that tight teen cunt earlier? Hmm. You like slut." Noting the blank expression on her fa...e, I moved to kneel before her again and nuzzled up to her bare pussy with my nose and brushed my lips against her hairless mound, allowing her musky scent to fill my nostrils. Having had my fill, I then proceeded to slowly lick the outline of her delicate vulva and grinned smugly to myself as I heard the tiniest of whimpers finally escape her. “You’re American!” Rebecca exclaimed.“Zeke Mosely of Corn Crib, Kansas,” he grinned. “Don’t bother looking on the map. They call me out of the cellar whenever a reservation is made in English.”“How did you happen to end up here?”“Compliments of the U.S. Army. Arrived just in time for the end-war occupation. A lot of leisure found me in the clutches of my sweet Luciana. Got married and now I’ve got three little Dago rug rats running around. They all speak better Italian than English. I think. I could hear flapping sound from a different corner of the hall. Probably other couples were having some great time.Slowly I opened the zip of his pants. Seeing me to advance, he co-operated by opening the hook of the pant and pulling down his underwear. I slowly took the shaft in the hand and tried to estimate its size. It is the first time I was holding a real masculine dick in my hand. Blood was gushing through the veins. There was a thin foreskin over the steel like dick. I slowly tried to. She says that in the time between when I hunt aurochs and this time humans have learned very much, and now make these things normally.I have never heard of a person who passed through time in the way she says I have, and I tell her this. She says that she understands my feeling, and that she has never heard of such either but that it has happened.She says there is no animal such as aurochs now. None such as mammoth. None such as many of the others I see in those pictures in what she calls a.