Outside, a new ceremony was starting, and it had come without warning this time, none of the tribe informing me of what was going to take place, like they usually did. They had been surprisingly receptive to me, after all. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I ducked out of the hut, just remembering to tug on my pants again after the night before. When I returned, I would have to clean up the dried cum on the mats, flushing despite myself. When did I become a horny, awkward teen again, anyway? .....