It seems needful to try harder, to push harder. I feel dissatisfied, not content unless I struggle against the limits of myself. This is not how I was...; I never felt this dissatisfaction with myself before. I do not know if this is correct, if I am to be this way?"Dee'rah looked to her parents, seeing concern in their faces. She turned to Michael, who understood. He smiled knowingly at Jon'a-ren and Lyn'na-ra, then he moved to Dee'rah and hugged her closely. He scooped her up in his arms, strode. Pomona chuckled. "Get down and ride her face! I'll be back in a while," she exclaimed joyfully and turned around."You aren't going home," Zola said as she knelt beside Nita."You are wrong, sweetie. I'm going there to check something." Get lost," Nita said laughingly.Pomona grinned slyly and resumed walking. As she disappeared behind a hut, Zola looked down and said, "She's a bad laz but I love her."Nita grabbed her by the wrist and said, "Come on, baby! Quench my thirst and pleasure me in. Slowly he lifted a hand, using the ridges of his fingertip to caress the slender curve of Vasanthi’s hip. His eyes watching her softened movements as she turned slowly, easing herself out from him, his hardening manhood no longer pressed tight into the softness of Vasanthi’s sensual sweet smelling skin as it swept up over her lush behind, as Vasanthi nestled herself onto her back. Dark eyes filled with lust for her, trailed a sensual path up over the delicate curve of her ankle, slowly up over. ”I shook my head. “It’s a sore point from time to time as to who pays for what. As you know, I’m extremely well off and I try to pay for everything about our family and I want to shower the girls and guys with presents – everything they buy I want to come from me. It doesn’t work out that way. They’re constantly finding ways to pay for stuff out of their own funds. They all work and have good incomes, but I just wish they’d save what they make for real contingencies. I am learning to ‘save.