He pulled me over him and onto the bed, face down this time and retied my hands...not as tight as before. This done, he positioned himself so that his... cock was directly above my backside. NOW I was terrified. I'd heard about this but it only happened in dark alleys and prison cells.The head of his cock pushed lightly against my hole, but instead of penetrating, he slid it along my crack and this time, dry humped my buttocks instead of my dick. He came again after a few minutes of this, another. . my gay shop teacher wants me! Well, to be fair ... he was easy on the eyes, too. His build was lean and muscular, his olive complexion similar to my own ... when I wasn’t pale as fuck from whatever made me weak today. His beard was rather neat and trimmed, too.“Thanks ... for the inhaler, cousin,” I handed the inhaler back to her, not ready for her reaction.“Nope, keep it. I got extras. Here,” Maria smeared the inhaler along the cleavage of her fine, C-up tits, and handed it back to me,. Except that she could not experience what it felt like to be a male and have sex, nor to be a male and feel love, Sue was on track. Thoughts of Janelle also flashed through Sue's mind, which were enough to attract Janelle's spirit and let her know the thoughts which were circulating in Sue's head.Janelle recognized most of the ideas from Sue, but wanted to add more of what she had learned to them. She wanted to help Sue understand, somehow, what she had learned as a spirit, feeling other's love. ’ ‘But you speak the stranger’s language and you know about his culture?’ ‘I wasn’t accompanied by armed hunters when I last met the Cave Painters. The circumstances were very different. These Cave Painters didn’t live anywhere near here and their dialect was as different as yours is from the Reindeer Herders. I was as surprised as anyone to discover that the Cave Painters had a settlement in these mountain ranges. But, yes, I do know the tribe and their language. They are a sophisticated.