The tribal shaman stepped from the ring of shocked, defeated male warriors. He carried, with reverence, a huge black phallus. Waketa seized it and b...ound it firmly to her massive hips.?I be Man! I be Man!? Waketa cried, her erection bouncing lewdly in front of her.?You be Man,? the Shaman solemnly agreed. ?Who be woman??By custom, for a female to become a male, a male must preserve the natural balance by becoming a female.?He be woman!? Waketa cried pointing at me.The other men grinned with. I was sort of… well, really really young then. I mean, who’s stupid idea was it to let men babysit anyway, that’s ridiculous.” For a second he stared at me, face blank. “Well, okay, maybe not all men suck at babysitting, but male college k**s? I mean, come on, half of them are horny as fuck and they drink and things happen--” I bit my lips hard, forcing myself into silence. Well, I guess he knows now…For a minute or two, he just stared at me, his mouth opening and then closing slightly. “I…. My cousin was busy in brushing on her round ass. This practice continued for 10 minutes. Now my cousin sits down and started licking her ass hole. I was putting one finger in pussy cuts. It was wet and now dripping and finger is fully wet with her liquid.Now we noticed that she is also enjoying the session. So we freed her hands and took out her saree from her mouth. But we were wrong she ran towards her bedroom. We followed her and caught her at the gate of her bedroom. Now we don’t want to. I’m in the zone. I don’t want to stop.’ ‘I’ll get a book,’ I answered. ‘I’ll get my phone,’ she replied. I wondered if it would be possible to pass every Saturday afternoon and evening in the same way. It would be an enjoyable habit, indeed. ******* On Sunday morning, Miranda, as I had anticipated, went to church. The bed delivery was scheduled for before noon, so while I waited, I washed the new sheets and moved the old bed out of sight. The new bed arrived on schedule, and long before.