But dangerous...bad people” he replied with his broken English.“Can you get us there?” she insisted.“No...bad people...they kill, we can't go�...� he replied looking pretty worried.“There are not bad people, only people who defend their territory, if we let them know we are coming in peace they will be fine. Remember, your tribe probably did the same many years ago, and now look at you...you don't look like a killer to me” she said.But the guide didn't seemed convinced, he actually looked quite. Soon I looked up to see Flala and Tewnia coming out. I grabbed Flala and twirled her around. I pulled her up to me and she wrapped her legs around me. I grabbed her bare butt and happily fondled it. She put a lip lock on that didn't quit, so I didn't fight it. I just battled away with my tongue. But I play dirty and soon my fingers were wet as I was dipping them in her honey pot. She was getting hotter by the minute and I thrust two fingers through her red fur and deep into her vagina. I. They weren’t friends. They weren’t co-workers. They had almost nothing in common. At worst, the pair had been nemeses unable to stand the sight of each other, at best united only by their inability to successfully resolve a relationship with a woman they’d both wanted. Truth told, for all Jahn cared, Greg could have dropped off the face of the earth. From the expression on Fiona’s face, it was clear she’d already made the connection whenever the scrappy tool had been introduced to her, and the. Cherin couldn’t have arched her back like this on her own, had she tried.Next, Aunt Sara and Jane moved an adjustable shelf, thickly padded with leather as the rest of the bench was, in front of Cherin, under her head. The shelf had a small, rather deep pocket or indent in it. They moved a lever, lifted the shelf under her chin, and lifted it up, forcing her head up. Cherin’s chin fit tightly into the shelf, preventing her from moving it much side-to-side. Aunt Sara finished by wrapping a.