Just then Jolaj the white Togar girl came out of the treatment tent carrying a small Ithe child and handing it to its waiting mother. “He is fine no...w, I treated his skin infection.”The big Togar fell to his knees and buried his head between his arms. “My life is blessed. I was privileged to gaze upon the Goddess with the innocent fur.”Jolaj said.” Get up, Togar.Perhaps once I was a Goddess, but that changed. I became an outcast and a wanted criminal by the decree of the Queen and the high. My god what a bulge. He looked to be his team's captain, and once the game started that was confirmed. I don't remember if we won or lost against John's team, but we still went to the closest bar to the park. As we walked through the parking lot to our cars I walked past John. He was loading bats and some other equipment into a shiny black pickup. I told him 'good game' as I walked by and he smiled and said the same. He asked what we were doing and I told him about our drinking tradition. He. It became the subject of discussion between me and my girlfriends, as it has been among girls in every past generation and as it surely will be during every future generation. Though I guess the way the world is going, the ages of the girls in the discussions will be younger and younger. I'm not ready for that.But in those conversations, we shared details. How to get off quickly, and how to slow it down for greater enjoyment. Fingers or vegetables or mechanical toys. How frequently or. "What? Is clarification necessary here?", asked mom, "OK, what's up? Your zombie like faces are mystifying me, I mean US"."Well……", Gretts said hesitantly, then Hans finished her reply with:"We two are getting a little tired of the games we all play." Oh. You want to spice it up, goodie, how about a fuck train - I get to wear my new strapon and peg hubby. Or maybe some donkey play, I'd love to ride the back of Gretts while daddy dogs me and sonny here dogs sis…" said mom before her beau.