The decision to consecrate her centre offemininity rests entirely with the woman, and a man must feel flattered bysuch offer. I had pledged to consecr...ate my womb to Mustapha in a state ofabsolute pureness of mind and joy, and he had accepted with a glow in hiseyes, kissing my hand first, then my lips. After the wound had healed, asmy navel had been busted out by the size of my belly, my stud protrudedquite a bit. Mustapha was my owner, I carried him in my body all the timeand, to the world, my. I talked about my school and work, and he told me about his work. The tension between us was palpable. I loved it. I caught him looking at my breasts twice, and it made my heart beat a little faster. But he did not look at them in a crass way but rather in an admiring way. I wondered what he was thinking when he looked. Was he wondering how soft but firm they would feel under his touch? Was he wanting to kiss them softly? Was he wondering what my nipples looked like?"The ambiance of the. Mom asked if I had any luck with the girls and I told her I did okay. She then asked if I was a virgin and I told her that I had sex with four girls and was ready to try some more at college. Then I went back to mom getting hit on. She blushed some more so I pressed the issue and she said that she had a few affairs with men she met when out. I could not believe it. Mom!! Really! Mom said that she has a few drinks and then if a cute guy keeps pestering her she will give in for a quickie. She. . and a favor to ask of you. I was hoping that by making a really traditional, cholesterol-loaded, American breakfast, I'd butter you up so that you'd at least listen to me without tearing my head off." Oh... ?" Both Jill and I were suspicious."Yeah ... why don't you go for a quick dip in the pond to wake up while I pour the coffee and serve the eggs? We can talk afterwards."We were back five minutes later, shaking the water out of our hair. In the meantime, Kelly had laid the table, poured the.