My eyes were riveted to her finger as it worked its magic on her ever moistening slit. I looked up to see her eyes locked on mine, a big smile on her ...face.“You like to watch me make myself feel good, baby?” she asked.“Oh yea, it really gets to me.” I replied quickly.With some reassurance from me, she picked up the pace with her finger, leaning back slightly giving me a close up view of her entire pussy. As she quickened the pace over her clit, I could see the juices begin to run from inside of. Next step: I removed the condoms for oral sex and tasted real cocks and not this stupid rubber, but I kept the condoms for anal. Discovering poppers and hypno videos, I started feeling more pleasure from anal and got a few orgasms by fucking myself with my dildos. As a few of you might know by reading my other entries, I was fantasizing about swallowing cum but never got the courage to do it until a black stranger “forced” me to swallow his load in a motel room by the local airport, and I got. "Whoa, she wants sex!" I nearly choked from laughter. "Awkward Zac!" He left the room for some unknown reason and Katherine asked me to go make popcorn for her and me to share. I walked up the stairs to her kitchen and searched for the popcorn. As I was reaching up in a cabinet, I heard a noise behind me. It was Zac. His face was a bright red, probably because I just caught him staring at my ass. "You scared me," I whispered with a slight smile on my face. "Ah, sorry," he muttered and opened. Perhaps the greatest wealth the caravan possessed was its people, able to fight and defend themselves down to the smallest child able to wield a weapon, to vanish into the desert in an instant, to march all day and night, rest six hours and do it again, to bring in game in the most forbidding wasteland, to talk in the subtle language without any outsiders even knowing a conversation was occurring, and able to put on a highly worthy show.The entire caravan enjoyed John's story night, and he.