They had always been there, but seemed to have atrophied living in an artificial society, heavily dependent on technology. Now, it was imperative to p...ut them to use, more crucial than his hunting gear, and his senses seemed getting keener with experience as time went on. Maybe humans needed a reboot every 1000 or so years, he thought.The game trail wound its way about trees and outcroppings, and slowly worked its way up the slope of a pine covered hill. Along the way, he found a pile of scat.. While she was changing the bed linens, she looked at me with a critical expression and told me that it was not a wise thing to be an old virgin, that old virgins always bleed heavily and that this is why girls in France become experienced in their early teen years and don't wait so long. (Like I needed someone to point out how much I had bled and how uncomfortable I was.) After a few days, we were able to have sex again, and it was much better. I felt soft and dreamy when he was inside me, and. They live with me here."She sighed. "It has been a long time since a sacrifice was made. I suppose that is a good thing, but I grow lonely. The last time was over seventy years ago, when the invaders who bore the hooked cross ground my land under their filthy feet," she said harshly.Hooked cross? Bill's quick mind cast up a memory. Hakenkreuz. That's what they called it."The Nazis?"Polina nodded. "I brought winter down upon them and they died by the thousands." Bill shuddered as he caught a. She draped the hem of her skirt over his head as she took off her blouse and bra. She could feel his warm breath on the inside of her legs.“Like what you see, Ben?” she teased.“Yes, ma’am, it’s very sexy,” he replied. Ben noted that she had a lot more pubic hair than Jenny. It was dark and thick, and Sylvia’s thighs were thick and rubbed against each other when she stepped away and took off her skirt.“Take your pants off and lie on the bed and I’ll teach you something new,” Sylvia said.On his.