Moving the logs was a case of lifting one end to roughly a forty-five degree angle, and dragging the log back to the beach. For twenty logs, this was ...time-consuming, then some of the warriors decided to help with the dragging; one girl at each side of the log to share the load. It worked, and the trail left by the logs was minimal. It could appear as a normal part of village life.Once the logs were at the beach, it was a simple procedure to lay them out as a sequence of rollers in front of the. As it happened, so was I, and he immediately encouraged and coaxed me to meet him. Over the weeks that we’d been chatting, I’d come to like him and this opportunity to meet up seemed too good to waste. And, being absolutely truthful here, I was not only curious but damn horny. I had a familiar warm and fuzzy feeling in my balls. So, I agreed to meet. Mike gave me directions to a park not far from his house. He said he would be there at nine-thirty. I quickly showered, dressed commando style,. .. she's so tiny, I can't imagine that!" And that's why we have the smallest training panties we could find." Ivylaughed and put her arm around me protectively.The whole trip through the store could have been a horror movie. I sawone poor little getting yelled at about walking instead of crawling, themom had shoved him down aggressively. It had shocked me that no onestepped in. Not ten seconds later his 'mother' had smacked his butt fornot crawling fast enough. I hadn't seen one person my size. Moving downward, she soon buried her face in my smooth scrotum and selected one of my testicles to visit the warm foyer of her mouth. My hands instinctively went to her head and held her as she suckled my sensitive node.“Thatta girl, ... fire those boys up again,” I cooed, as she switched to the neighboring twin. “Yeeeesssss, darling ... Just like that.”Moments passed before she finally backed off and released my electrified testicle with a loud, wet POP.“Maybe I should provide our fallen foe.