with legs. " The fact that his thought was slipping from the topic of conversation all the time worried him.

“Try wearing pants sometimes,” the doctor advised in response to his complaints.

Henry ran his palm across the inside of the girl's thigh from the knee up. The member did not move.

He got dressed, together they descended to the "area 69". “Bangs” and “Sponges O” formed the company to Jessica, who took turns in conversation with each of the suitors. On the ground were wicker tables with trays, which were decorated with gifts. The mob of an armed escort, each groom has his own, exuded hostility. With a more serious look, Henry approached, with a nod greeted separately with Ohora, Nselaya and Kdila, examined the trays with a cursory glance: mostly decorations, there were quite good ones. I exchanged glances with Sophie and raised my hands, demanding attention.

- My sister, sent by the Moon for the benefit of the arms, will make her choice tomorrow.

Ohora looked at him with gratitude, and Jessica only angrily shook her shoulder, but said nothing.

“Where are the other priestesses?” I almost never see them at full strength? - He asked about his white companions, going up to the Temple by the stairs.

Sophie snorted.

- And who will lead the economy? Gardens? They have a shift method in your bed. And so near you two or three as servants, no more.

**

As soon as Henry moved in his sleep, the morning erection prevented him from sleeping, as Lbutu immediately woke up. Grayl dawn. The princess laid her cheek on his stomach, took in her mouth. The young man woke up and did not mind. The chief's daughter, arrogant to arrogance, at first jealous of the rest of her charming concubines, melted. She melted every night. Henry entered the bed as a throne with the intention to rule and use his masculine power. But whatever posture she chose, at one point, all status conventions flew from Lbutu, as foliage flies from an autumn tree. And the princess turned into an ordinary girl in the arms of a hot man, with a strained squalling crotch, unable to keep her beautiful legs together. Henry was a bit too much for Lbutu, because the princess ran down during the day, was inferior to his other priestesses. Now she gently sucked, confident that her partner would not refuse to feed her herself.

Henry was discharged and realized that the dream had passed. Lbutu turned to sleep on, and the young man thoughtfully examined the sky in the window openings. A new sound from the room Vfuku alerted him. Silently rose. I looked out. There was no priestess. He tiptoed to the door to the courtyard. Vfuku, with the basket in her hand, made small, light steps towards the grove.

Aha Henry pulled on his jeans, gritted his teeth, put on sandals. Slipped behind. It would be great to catch up with the priestess before the unconsciousness rolls on me! But Vfuku was not a hunter, because Henry had enough army skills to move silently. A different native could have been guarded, but the self-assured high priestess strode along the path without looking back. Soon the grove was replaced by a full-fledged forest, and Vfuku began to stop, tearing some weed. Henry was confused. His observation is not enough to remember what the high priestess puts in the basket?

And when the native woman noisily plowed through the thorns and began to collect strange fruits from the tree, Henry gave up. It's easier to catch her at the entrance to the Temple and fuck right on the steps. So far, yes, and lo, it will be possible to steal from the basket just a little bit. Mysterious canlang, probably there will be there too. Having made such a decision, Henry once again looked at the tree grabbed by the priestess. The fruit resembled Chinese lanterns the size of an apple, hollow and light. Vfuku collected only dark ones.

At the stream, which served for washing, Henry lingered. It seemed to him that it was better to dissolve Vfuku for sex here than everyone can see. And here almost at the same time two events took place, disorienting the white youth.

From the grove where Vfuku was expected from, strange noises were heard. Henry rushed there. The basket overturned, and Vfuku, childishly covering her mouth with her palm, was kneeling. The priestess vomited. She looked at Henry in dismay, but not the face of the "messenger of the moon" was the cause of fear. With her second hand, the priestess pointed to a column of gray smoke that fell from behind the temple, so that even in the forest it was visible.

- Jess!

The temple of the Goddess of Fertility was empty. No signs of struggle, hasty fees - nothing. Only a neatly folded new shirt, sewn by one of the priestesses, was waiting for Henry on his bed ...