I looked at her. I looked down over her body. I looked at everything from her hair, to her eyes and lips and cheeks to her shoulders and I thought abo...t her boobs, her waistline, her tremendous hips, and her pussy and even her ass. I thought about it all. Then I stood up. I stretched out my hand. “Come here” I told her. There was boldness in my heart. I grew hornier and hornier when I said what I did. She took my hand. “Over here” I said, and we walked to her mirror on the wall. As we did, I. Super jealous of her body and shes so passionate with lust onscreen.......aannnnnyyywwaaayyyssss. Whats similar for me is when they are super sweaty pounding away on the ottoman.-Story Time-I had been dating this older guy for a couple months when i was in my early twenties, he was maybe forty, bald and lean. Met him off of Oak Lawn Downtown. Usually he’d come over smash and dash, maybe dinner or chill for a minute. Never spent the night, always talking he had to work early but started telling. Wo sach me so chuki thi to main bhi bagal me aake let gaya aur apne lund ki uski gaand se touch karne laga haaye itna awesome feel hua mujhe ki meri aatma tak khush ho gayi.Dheere dheere maine uski chooochiyan pe haath phere oh kitne soft the wo. Maine halke halke dabana shuru kiya to uski neend khul gayi aur wo ghabara ke uth gayi. Main bilkul ghabara gaya aur paseene paseene ho gaya. Usne guess me bola he kya kar rahe ho tum to maine bola sorry galti se haath lag gaya lekin wo samajh chuki. Every night was a time for sitting down and completing a task. Everyone in the cave had something to do, especially me. If it involved wood, I was working on it.For the first little while, my evenings after supper revolved around making bows and making arrow shafts. I finished off Gort’s bow first. That amounted to sanding the rough cut shape down into something usable. I’d already taken my woodworking chisels to the bow in an attempt to even out the arms and smooth any rough spots that.