” I tell him with a voice that sounds as shaky as the smile I look up at him with looks.“It will hurt less when we get into it.” He tells me bef...ore leaning forward and claiming my lips again with another rough kiss.“Move your hips for daddy.” He groans grabbing my hips and moving them in a grinding motion that I take over when I feel like I can.I spend a little time moving my hips to softly grind my clit against his rough, short cut pubic hair, after a little while he takes one of his hands off. ”Surfer Boy was groaning and writhing too. I reached down and started stroking his cock. As I did it, I looked over to watch Chad get reamed. There was something weirdly hot about seeing my man get pounded by someone else.Chad seemed to feel the same way. He watched my cock slide in and out of Surfer Boy’s ass. He reached over, took my hand, and brought it to his mouth. Then he started sucking my fingers one by one.“Yeah,” Surfer Boy said, “oh shit...” I felt his sphincter spasm, and. I stroked her head for a few more minutes, and then moved behind her. The filly stood perfectly still. Pulling the crate over, I stepped up on it and looked down at her rear end. Her head still was toward the floor, but her ears were back as she listened to me adjust myself behind her.As I reached out and touched her rear to steady myself, her tail rose up again and off to one side. I could see her slit fully in the dim moonlight. My heart pounded in anticipation of what I was about to do. I. ” At the entry to Tandanya there was a display about Dreamtime and he thought about the teachings.My name is Warren Foster, I come from the Yuin-Monaro tribe of Wallaga Lake, far south coast of New South Wales.Why these stories are being told is because they keep our culture alive. Keeps us living and knowing that we’re living. ‘Cos these stories they were handed down by word of mouth for generations upon generations for thousands of years.The reason that we tell these stories is to know where.