Looking at his lover’s loose hair was a bizarre experience for him, because it had been many years since had he seen the unbraided hair of a woman h... loved. When he was still in high school his future wife had her hair unbraided, but the day she graduated and formally became a woman her hair was properly done up, as was the hair of every other woman in the graduating class. He thought back to the moment he saw her at the graduation ceremony, no longer a high school girl but an adult…a woman who. The other main reason for keeping Bolo with me in the north was to educate him. While he was a shaman, his view of things were coloured by his culture, and the fact was that our tribe’s culture had embraced aspects of several cultures over the four years of our existence. Our culture was still growing and adapting, and in a manner of speaking, assimilating other beliefs, practices, and customs in an attempt to accommodate everyone living in our tribe. Bolo needed to learn this and the best way. “We’re helping each other, but I want to savor the moment. It might be my only time with you.”Claire started by softly licking the tip, but quickly engulfed the length and worked the shaft with her amazing tongue. She was a great cocksucker, he thought, watching her mouth swiftly slide over his member.After a few minutes of that amazing oral, he bent down and kissed her hard, then pushed her mouth down on him again. “Fuck, that’s amazing,” he said. “Be careful or you’ll end up with a big. He wondered how big it was."Twelve?" the guy said."Inches?" Tom said, surprised."What? The floor. Your floor?"Tom looked at the open elevator doors. "Oh! Oh, sorry," he apologizedwith simper. He stepped out of the elevator as the guy shook his head.The firm was already a buzz of activity as Tom crossed the elevatorlobby. A few co-workers paused to check out his outfit and he put alittle extra shimmy in his walk as he passed the reception desk."Morning, Liz!" he chirped.The receptionist stared.