There was indeed movement, as many of the smaller forest creatures were active. The timid birds and small mammals were moving about naturally, which w...as a good sign. Their absence and silence would be the first warning that something was amiss, and hunters and warriors depended on them more than even they knew. It had become an automatic part of their lives, and they had developed the ability to sense a change in the behavior of these creatures without consciously doing so. Five thousand years. Her velvety lower lip enveloped my entire crotch, Margo began to lick me there like ice cream, pausing at the top where the touch were particularly exciting. It concerned the language of the protected points, every time differently, as if looking for the ideal my passion a little bit, tormenting me unfulfilled absorbing, deeply, mastering me, going down, and I could feel her tongue plunges into my body. Her fingers clenched, scratching my buttocks, and I remembered her words: “Sharp rocks… you. I love seeing her floppy tits pop out of her bra, nipples always hard little erasers. What a sight, jet black hair, slim with nice hanging breasts and a beautiful curly black bush, another request. "Lie down", I ask and she complies with a grunt. I position myself between her legs and start stroking her legs and butt while I kiss and lick her neck. "Mmmph", she grunts, signaling to me shes not really in the mood, just "get what I need". Thing is, what I "need" is to have her hot and panting. The top, once I had pulled it over my chest, wasn’t any better. The last time I had worn it, it was slightly form-fitting. Now it was more than skin-tight, stretching over the smallish orbs of my tits and, worst of all, my tight nipples. The material was thin enough to not leave anything to the imagination. I had never worn anything that exposing before. Then a small wave of panic caught me. Shoes! The two pairs with heels I owned were a black and a white one, none of which would go well with.