You've slid so far down in your seat you look uncomfortable & I ask if you're OK & you giggle & " just getting a bit HOT" you whisper. Do you mind if... I move... I'm gutted! "Next to you?" I'm elated!I stand up & you notice the bulge in my jeans, it's quite obvious by now Your eyes linger ther for a moment & you smile!You slide along your seat & stand, then squeeze seductively passed me to join me on my bench seat in the corner. As you pass I swear I felt you push your cute ass into my groin,. Within an hour, Ishara stood on the blasted plains. In Hell, in her truest form, she stood tall and proud, muscular and lithe. Her skin was black as the void, her eyes empty globes of darkness. A leathery pair of wings folded her hairless body like a cloak, and her triangle-tipped tail swished behind her with a languid ease. A pair of horns, white as bone in the moonlight, crowned her brow. In the mortal realm, of course, she could appear as she wished, as the mortal she beheld would most wish. In truth we used so many non-missionary positions that I can only recollect them as a blur. She was sensitive about her ass and I never got more than a knuckle in to her there, but she made up for it in many ways.The first thing she wanted to do, after we got to the room and showered from our walk through the ocean, was to fuck until supper. I was surprised that her breasts were a bit bigger than were Ganda's. They were sensitive and she loved my sucking on them. She also refused condoms. She. The Bosphorus was there, and I crossed it, well over ten thousand years ago.In any case, about a month after that crossing I was somewhere east of the Black Sea, when I swapped into a tribe that was doing something truly different. Instead of foraging for fruits and vegetables, they were growing them. I was shocked. This was genius!They were beyond making tools: hunting tools or digging tools or porting tools, things that helped them acquire food. They were actually making food, right there in.