Cherish had a little boy we decided to call Stevan, after Davik’s father. He was quiet most of the time, but when he cooed as he looked at you with ...his big eyes, your heart could not help but melt. He was also a greedy eater who gladly suckled at a breast as often as he could, much like his father.Ingrid had a little girl, who we decided to name Ivy, after Davik’s mother. Given that her mother looked a lot like Aphronia, we found her completion and hair color matched quite well. We were not. It took the shaman and his apprentice an hour to prepare me. I was left to soak for half an hour in sacred oil, and then completely cleansed of it. Then I was wrapped in the sacred bird skins with the feathers meticulously reattached as well as some shells. It looked sort of like a cocoon, which the shaman said was the point. Some of the stronger men in the village lifted me unto the top of the stairs, as I had to descend them without ascending them. It was amazing how sturdy the simple wood. I smiled at him, "You are pretty good at this." I said. He leaned down towards my cock and licked the head clean. He paused for a second. I nodded my head at him. "How does it taste?" I asked. He didn't answer. He just kept stroking me. "Well, there's more where that came from," I smiled, staring into his eyes. Then he just let go of any inhibition holding him back and took my cock into his mouth. I placed my hand on the back of his head as it bobbed up and down on my cock. "Oh yeah, that. It's something I will never understand about women growing up. Why go after men who you know will fail you, just because it might be more exciting or fun at the time? Anyways like I said I was in the dark on the whole situation.As chance would have it I became friends with Jenny's mom Stacy. Both mother and daughter are both quite fit and have blond hair with blue eyes, but that is where the similarities end. Stacy is shorter than her daughter standing at about 5'4 and has larger breasts.Don't.