Winnie only lived a few houses away. When I stepped up on her porch she opened the door to let me in. She was wearing a red silk nightie that just bar...ely covered her body. She simply took my hand and took me into her bedroom. I removed my clothes and pushed her back onto her bed. Her nightie lifted enough to expose her freshly shaved pussy. When I slipped my tongue into her slit she jumped saying that her clit was raw. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and she was right, she had rubbed it. I knew only one thing would cause that, and knelt quickly, then turned slowly so I was aligned with everyone else. Since everyone else was looking up, I did too, only to find King Reba Akmadja trying not to laugh at me. I stood when he motioned for me to rise, and was grateful for the time I spent on the trip learning the Berber language.“You are the merchant with the worthless bags of salt,” he stated flatly, still barely controlling his mirth.“I am, and I found people in Oualata to take it,”. Claire was no pushover but I did notice that she was a lot more subdued when Angela was around as opposed to when we were alone.The problem with spending 3 hours in a car with Angela was that she was suffering her first ever rejection and she was not taking it well. She was used to getting her own way but was struggling to cope with the end of the only relationship she ever had. Her only boyfriend, Mark, (they had started her freshman year of High school) had just told her he wanted out of. Rachael proudly stood up to her full height of 5 foot 6, pushing her breasts out as far as they would go, chuckling at the image. "There's still time to reconsider" she told herself, nervously picking up the box and eyeing it. She frowned, but held onto the box as she left the bedroom. In the living room, Rachael checked up on Annie whom she'd put into the play pen. "Are you all right honey?" Rachael asked her daughter. Annie just giggled slightly, continuing to clutch her stuffed rabbit in.