There's a song on in the back ground. Bonobo is the artist and the title is “eyesdown” Andreya Triana sings in a soft beautiful voice that floats... on the wind like a flower petal on a sad and cloudy day. She sounds like she’s been moved to tears “Hands up. I’ve got my eyes facing down. I’ll show you where my tears come down…….slowly down”. Her tongue is so soft and gentle as it moves around in my mouth. Her arms are wrapped around my body tightly as if she’s afraid I’m going to get away from. By the time I was but a dozen paces from the gate of the village, a dozen men had arrayed themselves across the opening and they were all armed with spears. They met my smile with stern expressions and angry glares. One of them ordered me to halt. He was an older hunter and instead of holding a spear, the man held a fire-hardened wooden club.“Get out of the way,” I ordered the man sharply, speaking to him in the River People dialect, “or I will kill you as I have killed Makor and all the men. To that end, a series of illuminating, but ultimately expositional, phonecall exchanges took place. Though present, romance was not the overriding motivation behind what was to follow, and it became quickly clear that, although outwardly shy, she was not nearly so shy as would initially appear, nor as exhausted. Those loose-fitting work clothes hid a body that could wriggle and excite a man to his full length and eruption, and a mind that took great delight in so doing. That warm, nervousness. AFTER A SIP OF THE WATER I KEPT THE GLASS OF WATER CLOSE TO HER AND THEN WHAT ,I INTENTOINALY DROPPED THE GLASS OF WATER OVER SKIRT.IMMEDIATELY SHE STOOD UP BUT TILL THEN HER SKIRT WAS WET ENOUGH .MY IDEAS STARTED CLICKING .I RUSHED FOR THE TOWEL AND STARTED WIPPING HER SKIRT .IN DOING THAT I PRESSED MY HAND INTO HER THIGHS AND I COULD FEEL MY BLOOD RUSHING AS I GOT AROUSED .WHILE WHIPING HER SKIRT I INTENTIONALY PULLED HER SKIRT UP REVEALIG HER RED UN-DIES .ALL THAT HAPPENED IN A FEW SECONDS ..