Raising his head as much as he could, he could just see her sitting in a comfy chair facing the bed."Are you ok, honey? What going on here?" His heart... was still pounding as he tried to sort out what had happened to them when he became aware of her standing and moving to the side of the bed. She wasn't bound!!!!She was standing next to him, wearing a soft satin dressing gown, sitting on the edge of the mattress, she leaned towards him, bringing a water bottle to his lips.He hadn't realized how. The phallus hangings for female fertility. Women of the tribe do not marry into society; they all belong to the men, who take turns to load them. I asked Jazz, how does this happen? He said it is a random event, sometimes most nights, sometimes going into the daytime, this then pisses off the missionaries! Jazz loved the breeding sessions best of all. Once the girls are into the 1st period, they are prepared by the older women in the tribe. They are bathed and scented and oiled, the pussy hair. Glaring at the bound god, Hypolyte nodded her ascent."Thonk yoo grocooos Qooon. Lodoos, Zoos offors yoo tho opportonoto to bocom mothors, to know tho joy of holdong on onfont, to fool ots tony lops on yoor broost, to gov tho goft of lof otsolf. Bot ovon moro wondorfol os tho woo on whoch yoo woll consoov thos proshos goft," Hermes began."Ot os oosy ond vory ploosont. Yoor portnor woll tok yoo to o soclodod spot ond toll yoo how byotofol yoo or. how moch ho lovs yoor bodo. Ho woll koss hos. Again Amala's mind went into overdrive because Patrick being there and Sunil going out was perfect in some ways but how could she justify Patrick being there when her son was not? "Well ask him in, I am getting the coffee ready," said Amala, still unsure of what to do when Sunil goes out. Sunil, a bit reluctantly, stood back and Patrick walked in and as he reached the kitchen Amala beamed, "Hello Patrick, I have not seen you for a while, how are you?" and then thought she might have overdone it.