A bible, old and worn with the now meaningless names in the front, but full of strange, mysterious stories. Chaucer – spelling a mess but with patie...ce, wonderful stories. Poetry: Wordsworth and Dickenson. Books of wonder, books that staggered the imagination. Mother’s books. Precious and needing to be read. I was literal, Cindy was poetic. We talked, we argued. I found a book of Dad’s on gardens. Cindy found a can on the top shelf full of coins and paper money. I walked the fifteen miles to. All his life, Tarog had been taught to fear cave lions. But surprisingly, he felt no fear, only anger and the lust to kill. With a shout, he brandished his spear and moved closer, threatening the lions, seeking to drive them from the mammoth calf that could feed his whole tribe for a week.The lions sat up, watching the foolish human who thought he could drive them from their kill. One lashed out at the man with its sharp claws Tarog moved quicker than the lion to slice at its paw with the point. It gripped his cock tight making it swell even more."Oh god this bitch's man pussy is so fucking tight." I want to cum now only I want her to enjoy some cock before I fill her." Yeah her mouth is so hot and moist and I'm going to enjoy shooting my load down her slut throat." And just think when we have finished with her the others will also enjoy her openings."Both men were now well into my **** and and I was being used as their sex toy. My mind drifted, as I was now deep throating Frank. I was getting so excited I pulled his shirt over his head. I forgot how amazing his body was; he was an athlete and built, 18 years old. He was kissing my neck when I said, shyly, "Quinn, I’ll do anything for you." He looked up at me with a sly smile. I wasn't sure what he was thinking and I didn't know if I liked the look on his face but, next thing I knew, his lips were all over my neck and his hands were searching for more of my body. He rolled over on his back next to me and said, "Take off.