It remindedme of the connections men have with only their closestfriends, or the women in their lives. And so easy. It justflowed heart to heart as th...ugh that was all that wasexpected and that was all that was needed to remind us wewere together and therefore a little stronger for a while.I finally found the HR Secretary, large black woman with asevere head cold. I asked if she was doing anything for it,and told her I'd just gotten over a sinus infection myself."Amen to that, honey. Those are. ....oh did I say we did everything? Well everything except........HAVE SEX! You see Jane had a firm belief in the whole no sex until marriage thing. I can't tell you how much that frustrated me but I was so in love with her that I respected that.So after the reception we made our way upstairs to our bedroom. Jane took me by the shirt and pulled me in and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I began running my hands up and down her body, thinking this was the moment. "Wait!" she said, gently. Especially you," she said to Mimosa, for whom she had no name. "You might believe that the demise of my tribe will automatically bring a brighter more prosperous future, but reflect on this. You are my slaves and I am the wife of the chief of the village. How can you be sure that when bloodlust overcomes the rebels that they will necessarily spare the property of the noblest woman of the village? You may very well be slaughtered along with the rest of us." I think not, my lady," said Mimosa. I licked my lips in anticipation as she went into that classic wiggle all women do to ease clothing down over their hips. Her thumbs caught in the waist band of those blue undies which were dragged down a couple inches, then she spotted she was doing too much too soon and twiddled them up. More glances, more fervent nods. “What about you Mr Harvey?” Cecily squeaked. “You have my word and Louise wouldn’t let me get away with not showing you darling,” I urged, getting furious shakes and purses of.