I walked with him and Supriya and as soon as we stepped out, we saw many more people buying small ingredients for the prayers, some women talking to e...ach other, and a big bunch of poor children. When I was walking past, I felt like everybody was watching me and my nude state. Well after the tree, I was free to walk back home in a lesser undressed phase. I really didn’t mind walking about shirtless but the unwanted ass exposure was a little too much.I reached home to find all the ladies. “You’ll figure out a way,” Angie said in response, “I’m sure. Just be kind to him.”I had to sit down. Was this sort of a test or perhaps a cruel joke? I retreated to a portion of the garage where I often go to do some deep thinking. I started to get up and knocked over a stack of paint cans, which made a good bit of commotion.The door between the garage and the dinette opened and Angie stuck her head into the garage.“Ed, are you out here?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied. “I’m working on changing. She was still out of it, as she slowly sat up, her legs hanging over the end of the table. Tia looked up Jasmine, the look on Tia's face looked as if she was in pain. Mr. Hill was slamming into Tia with force, their bodies making slapping sounds as they smacked together. Tia squeezed her pussy muscles each time Mr. Hill slammed into her, trying to milk his dick, but she didn't want him to cum just yet. She stopped meeting his thrusts, Mr. Hill not relenting, slamming into her tight pussy faster. As the figures moved in a circle, they started to chant louder, in what sounded like a strange version of the Egyptian she had grown used to hearing. Each time their voices got louder, they stepped a little further apart, and sprinkled some powder on a small fire burning in the center of the group.As one of the figures danced in front of her a little of the smoke from the thrown powder blew back in Tamara's direction and tickled her nose. Before she could control it, a sneeze exploded.