It was a new moon. In the back of the big house there wasn’t any source of light to cast a beam or shadow through the small window next to him or th...e tiny one in the door. The ‘cheese factory’ guys obviously weren’t around that week. Even Mrs. Wilkinson’s lights weren’t visible, if indeed, they were still on—and he didn’t know if they were. To the world, and perhaps to himself, he was a non-entity sitting in the darkness. No matter what sound he might utter, or action he might make, either on. .I was out hunting for the tribe it has been a long two day hunt, several hunters are staying with the kill to dress it while I head home, as Jora pregnancy progressed the more I was out hunting, always making sure the village and her had enough food, I calculated that we still had a month or so before the birth, I wanted to be stocked up so I could stay with her and the child as much as I could.When I got back to the village it is almost dusk, I can see that there is some kind of an uproar, I. “Thank you, I was hoping you would like it”, she replied with a smile in her eyes. We continued with the usual how have you been, anything new and interesting kind of conversation. We were feeling relaxed and comfortable with each other.I turned more towards her and said “I believe I owe you an apology”.“Oh,” she replied, “and why is that?”Feeling a little awkward I responded “Well, I like to be nude around the house and fear you may have caught me a few times”. She laughed and admitted that. Upstairs. I was only on the bottom step of the last flight when I heard my key unclicking the lock on the front door to my flat. "Half a flight more and turn right, " I called out as I pulled my self up on the bannister to my open front door. By the time I arrived, she was gloriously, unashamedly, naked on top of the duvet, just playing with her breasts, slipping her hands over the firm lightly tanned skin and caressing the now bullet-like half inch long nipples. That was a surprise; I'd never.