He ventured, “What sort of fighting are your warriors trained in, Chief Numa?”“Apart from spear fighting, use of the bow and arrow to a high sta...ndard, knife fighting – that can be vicious – and unarmed combat.”“What is ‘unarmed combat’? I have never heard of such a thing.”“Rather simple – fighting without weapons in the hands. The hands become weapons, as do the feet, and a woman can throw a man onto the ground with the correct moves that she is trained to use.”An unbelieving Otempi risked. She was only 17, John was sixteen. John had a slight wonder why she was doing this, but that thought vanished as her hand slid closer to his cock every time she stroked his leg up and down. "Sis, you're getting a little to close. This is weird already, could you please stop?" There was begging in his voice, but also a slight hint of regret, as if he wanted her to continue. Ashley also noticed him looking at the tits. Her hands rose to her bra, and the look on John's face was a mix of terror,. You open your mouth to speak, but he's already sliding past your lips once more. You let him in, and feel his heavy balls resting on your chin. He pushes further in, and you can feel him swelling to fill your mouth. Your cheeks puff out as he nearly blocks your airway, but you don't mind."Fuck, boy. Such a tight mouth. Look at that. You can take an entire cock."His fat head presses down your throat, and you struggle to breathe as he holds it there. Your fingertips just barely brush his hanging. I almost forgot to remind her that I'd brought some of my devastatingly rich chocolate brownies for us to munch on when she went back to the counter for dessert. To no avail of course; Rikki insisted that a massive meal was a natural prerequisite for our hectic schedule.Naturally she was only half-kidding. Rikki loved to satisfy her needs and was rarely shy about it.Her parting request for a vanilla shake seemed surprising only in that I had expected her to prefer chocolate.We had just gotten.