The song also blessed the crops:wild rice, corn, and other crops that they managed to grow on the fewfertile areas of the rocky Canadian Shield.When t...at song was finished, the sisters started to hum a low tribalchant, while River's voice lifted so that all the people on the bankcould hear her clearly. She told them of their history, although not inthe detail she had last week. She called on the people to be proud oftheir heritage: to remember the old ways and to celebrate them throughsong and. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended.Any comments are welcome.This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with cross-dressing. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T.HumiliationBy Constance GrantCopyright (c) 2000 by Constance Grant, Manasquan, NJ, all rights reservedI had to tell her; there was no getting around it.As I got out of the car my stomach felt like compressed lead,. “Oh ... damn ... oh, God! ... Stop ikke med at slikke min anus!” my wife screamed in both English and Danish now, thanks to her sheer orgasmic ecstasy at my hands, lips, and tongue.I didn’t need a translator to know what she meant: don’t you dare stop rimming me like this! My Danish bride was in pure bliss and she made it abundantly clear for the camera, too. When Eddie knelt underneath us and got to work eating his own creampie mixed with mine inside her drenched pussy, her knees buckled from. Then looking around, Warren saw nothing else was moving. Out the window in the front door, he saw a few rain drops suspended in the air. And he noticed there were no sounds. Nothing.“Weird,” he said to himself. He moved until he was standing directly in front of his mother and waved his hand in front of her face.No reaction.He poked her shoulder.No reaction.Then he smiled to himself. He concluded he must be in some kind of dream. And in the mood he was in, there was only one thing he wanted to.