. hunting, fishing, saddlery, harvesting, planting ... stuff like that, belong to the male and he can designate who gets to keep it when he dies."Ever...thing else belongs to, is owned by, the women: Houses, barns, lands, stock, victuals and children pass through the female to females. If we ever get to a "marrying" point, things might change, but I doubt it. It's not the women who want and need marriage. It's the men. It's an ownership issue."You people elected me, a woman, to be Chief. I'd like. He tried to cover that with an explanation."Uhh, what? Oh, I was sleeping. Fraser just woke me up." Gavin replied."You know who this is. Why are you wasting time sleeping? You should be on your way back to Monroe!"The recent experience on the interstate made sure that Gavin sounded convincing when he described his near death crash and the need for rest. He made sure to lay it on thick."Look, there's no way I'm going to make it to Monroe on time, you know that. I'm here in Cedar City and it's. My buddy at school loves me. I quickly drank a water bottle, and I pulled a tin out of the side pocket of my bag. Lisa was pissed. Thats so gross. Why do you do that shit? All guys do it. You wanna try it? Its rougher than weed. No. Absolutely not. No. She rambled on. I opened it up, snapped, and put in a pinch. I spat, and she kept looking through my bag. Mostly it was dvds and toiletries, until she found my mini-pocket pussy. I thought I had that stashed away good. It was in a cut away. Even many years later I would dwell back on that image and get aroused, her pussy became the standard that all others had to live up to.Her hair color was light brown with lots of highlights and her pussy hair was the same. Her slit was about 5 inches long and had a patch of hair above it with just a little wispy hair on each side. The slit was pretty much closed so I couldn't see anything of the insides other than a thin line of pink. This would become my ideal and in the years to come women.