When the descending vines finally reached the trapped Cariss that was when the screaming started.I climbed down out of the ladder tree and headed off....I knew they would follow and started looking for things they would walk into. The tiny hissing sound of an Antasurus hive drew me closer. I was very careful as I quickly crossed and ran to a nearby hanging branch. I jumped and swung up before glancing down at the small army of lizards.I moved higher before heading to the trunk and then around and. ’ She thought, and then his hands were brushing her breasts, kissing her neck he felt the nipples stiffen to his touch…….She was whispering his name and other things in French….’I have to learn that language,’ he said to himself. She moved away from him and smiled. ‘I just said that it was time for the boudoir.’ Then as she turned he saw her reflection in the mirror, as she demurely looked up from under half closed eyes and began to unbutton her blouse. Her special room was made to order for. 'Take you cock out Kamol, wank on me', I said very throatily, 'Come and fuck me baby', I half asked, more begging than asking, raising my legs high as I took my panties off and showed him my open crotch with my wet pussy and swollen clitoris.He stood rooted to the spot, as I masturbated on the bed, my left hand under my buttocks with two fingers deep inside my cunt, rubbing my clitoris with me free hand, taking dirty with words that possibly meant nothing to him, but felt satisfying to me just. What is the story on the story?”I thought about it and as I looked at her I figure what the hell. She wasn’t someone I was attracted to physically. Her voice was angelic. Her politeness indicated a lady of some education in the social graces. She had already demonstrated that he had two huge tits hidden under her tent, but she was not, in any way, shape, or form, really pretty. In college the term used for girls like her was “Butter Face”. As in her body is fantastic, but her face is a no so.