It seemed like it was 10/7 time, an odd meter. But it seemed to go with their language when chanted.The music lesson continued for a while, the Elita ...idn't have any formal duties until the farewell to the sun. He was as interested in learning my music as I was in learning his. The fiddle fascinated him, they had a few harp like string instruments but no bow across string ones.Over the next few weeks I got acquainted with the Talah, the drum used for the sacred songs, as well as the Iltan, it. At least, she didn't think she did. She was devious enough to surmise several of her most vocal critics were a little too vehement in their denunciations. Her suspicions were sufficiently aroused to sense an ulterior motive to their repeated accusations and protestations of their own loyalty to the Regime in Saigon.Frenchie, in her own logical manner, was able to equate the constant suggestion of her non-existent political deviancy as an attack on her absent mother, her unknown father, and her. I keep my pink pussy and ass shaved clean and smooth.I want to tell you about some things that happened about a month ago, right after I graduated.I had just woken up, late on a Saturday morning, and was reading my new magazine. I hadn't gotten dressed yet and was still in my white, cotton panties and tank top half-shirt. I heard the TV on downstairs. My dad and my Uncle Steve were watching the game. I started thinking about Uncle Steve's sexy friend Ted and hoped that he would be over to watch. Judy started to bob her head and Mike reveled in the view - he could see both his Mother's taught ass and her head as she worked his uncle's cock. She bobbed several more times, and then concentrated on the head of the wide cock. Sucking slowly and using her tongue to tease the very tip, Mike watched as his uncle squirmed in pleasure.Eventually Jim lead Judy back up to his face and kissed her passionately. He said something to her, she nodded and the adjusted positions. His Mother got on her.