I remembered our first dance that evening, the look in her eyes with her svelte body against mine. If was as if we stood still, in the centre of the r...oom, alone on the dance floor and it was the world, the faces, the relatives and the friends that twirled around us. It was magic…at least for the first few years. Nothing really bad happened between us, we just got used to each other. Her work, my work…life took over and desire quietly slipped out the back door. Being a corporate lawyer did have. Destroyed my groves. They... " Her head bowed, grief flowing from her. "They destroyed my tower, stone by stone. Built there a shrine to a mere mother of a babe, to trick my people into worshiping her in my stead." Please, Lady Zywie." Adanya's voice was pleading. She stood tall beside her husband, hands on the shoulders of James and Zuza. "Please, help our children. I will do anything you ask to save them. Please." The cries of a Mother I have always heard." Zywie held out her right hand.. He moaned very loudly. Ali put his mean meat of 8.5 inch in his mouth to lower his voice. Ali then started picking up pace and fucked his face like an ass.I was busy picking up my own speed and then I sped further and Ronit started shouting, “mazaa a gaya, teri lund to mazedar hai be, le le aaj mujhko, dikha de apna jalwa. Mujhe bhi to thoda mazaa aye apni gaand chudwane mein” I sped further and further, fucking him deeper then he would have ever felt, and then finally after about 10 minutes of. I was thinking about how I’m a tribal sort of person. I guess you could say that my tribe is made up of those people I trust to look after me when I need looking after and also the people I’m responsible for – people I will protect and nurture when they need protecting and nurturing. A large part of my tribe was in this room. I felt comfortable here. There were others, of course, but this was the core of my tribe. Or maybe I’m a part of several overlapping tribes, each with its own purpose,.