It was a few hours later, as we came to the top of a small hill, that we finally saw the village. It was still a few hours away, but it made us all fe...l a bit better. It looked to be a fishing village, as many boats could be seen leaving and entering. The wide open plain meant that fishing and trade would be their main source of income. It also meant that they would not have a predator problem, as there would be no cover or brush to hide an approach. Knowing that there was no issue in that. " By the way, have you ever seen the 2012 statistics?" What?" In archaeology the other day, Professor Hiscock mentioned gleaning information from other sources: letters home, journals, hand-drawn sketches, even third-hand reports. So I took a look at the various statistical reports. These," she hefted a wad of paper, "are the most recent population stats." No. I've never looked at them. Are they interesting?" They're horrible. The Europeans have been here – we've been here – for over two. We sat together on her living room couch and I asked her about herself. I confess that I was very intrigued. She had c***dren, in school at that moment. She and her husband took advantage of that time alone for him to photograph her. She became very sensual and erotic when she was being camcorded, loving that experience of dancing naked in total sexual abandon, in her boots or heels. Sometimes, her husband-photographer, a historian by profession, got so turned on he had to stop and just take. She tried to pull away but I had a strong grip on her hair and I wouldn't allow it. I reached down with my free hand and fingered my clit and really had a intense orgasm. I heard myself saying, "Lap it up bitch. Lap it all up or I'll give you another spanking."She started licking for all she was worth and hearing me made Steve pump her even harder and then he shot a hot load up into her pussy. Finally I let go of her hair and Steve reached out and grabbed a handful of red hair himself. Dakota.
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