I was just drawn to you, if that doesn't sound too weird. Anyway, you've got one friend now." Who's that?" Me silly, now fasten your seatbelt, I don't... hang around on the road."We drove for about 30 minutes and ended up at a pub on the shore of lake Windermere, Lisa bought drinks and I bought food, it was nice out so we took our drinks outside.We chatted about my travels whilst we waited for food.My mum died when I was only very young, and as dad had no other relatives he took sole charge of my. Tears flew from my eyes. "Mother Makosha, protector of women, pleasecome and help me!" I plead aloud, words flew from my heart.Something descended on me; something much bigger and much stronger thanme. Makosha was looking through my eyes and moving my hands.My hands moved across the wound and the blood stopped flowing. My handtouched Anna's forehead; she relaxed and closed her eyes to sleep."Move your hands behind your head!" I hear a man's voice and my bodyturned to face three men pointing. ..I, mean..." Sean started to stammer.Heather just snorted, then here eyes widened and a smile formed on her face."Oh, Brad!" she exclaimed, looking right past Sean.Sean's head snapped around and he saw the tall muscular young man thatHeather was talking to. Brad Cummings, one of the star players on the schoolfootball team. Sean started to say something, but it was obvious that Heatherhad completely forgotten about him. Her eyes were on Brad, and the excitedlook in them left no doubt what she. He frequently said that one of the reasons he and Mara had come to Morocco (as they had earlier in going to Kenya), was the considerably bigger (and blackness) of African men's cocks! There was also an intriguing element of 'atonement' to it, too. He had explained to me on-line many times as we made our plans to meet, that Mara was very determined to have only c***dren by African men; and Tomas had totally agreed that he felt the exact same way as she did about that.Perhaps the most strangely.