You need to relax, stop worrying that pretty little face of yours.” He said to me, looking down at me as my soul returned to my body.“You’re pre...tty when you smile, smile for me, baby,” his velvety smooth voice soothing me.His words and his compliment put a big smile on my face, and without thinking, I stepped forward, reaching up, giving him a playful smack on the arm.Without hesitation, he stood up and took me into his arms, embracing me with a big hug, picking me up off the ground. Then. I have to admit that their staring and the stimulation from the tail was making my pussy drip, and it was noticeable. I had to hold my ass cheeks apart like the other girls.“May I remove my hands now, Ma’am?” I asked sweetly.“Did I tell you that you could?” My mom answered sternly.“No, Ma’am,” I said.“Then, I am not sure why you thought you should ask. Stand there until I finish my demonstration. Your friends have seen your butthole before. We can all see your cunt juicing up if that is what. ”Patrick walked with them off the tarmac several metres. A group of tins and baulks had been placed in an arc.“You know the National Parks and Wildlife Service?” Patrick nodded. “They say ‘A range of sites conserving Aboriginal culture in NSW have been declared historic sites, and we’re working to conserve these special places.’ in their literature. It means nothing.”“It means a bit more than nothing.”“Bah! We have been here for over 25,000 years. If Aboriginal culture were taken to be 24 hours. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are opened, only a single phrase is printed on the first page a prospective.