Then, along came the “know it all” schoolteacher recently arrived in the game preserve and she was adamant that everything that ended in “us” ...eeded to be changed to “i” because it was something called “Latin”.Harry didn’t think that he wasn’t very Latin and he knew most of the other hippopotamuses didn’t think “hippopotami” was the correct form of designation.Besides, he didn’t think that old time stuff like Latin and Rome and Greek and Greece belonged anywhere near Africa and they as free. Macka was an opportunist. He borrowed Kanga’s negatives to print himself some copies, and he printed them by the dozen, making them up into sets. He was making money selling the sets around the platoon until Kanga demanded his negatives back. Even then I think Macka kept some of them, though he never admitted it.To help pass the time, and due to perennial lack of things such as Christmas cards, we used to make our own to send home; I would write the words, and Kanga would illustrate them. Here. I sucked on him hard. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down his cock. I slid my lips up and down him, savoring that big dick filling my mouth. My hips wiggled from side to side, juices running down my thighs.He groaned, his hand clenching my hair as I worked my lips up and down his cock. I pleasured him. Loved him. My left hand cradled his balls, massaging them with gentle care. They were hairy and full of his cum. I wanted to swallow him. Then he could eat me out and get my asshole. He raised his sight and his eyes observed the ridiculous pose he was in.He couldn't help but laugh at himself, the way he was staring at his ownbottom made him look like one of those attention-seeking women on socialmedia. 'I'm probably just paranoid' he convinced himself while washinghis face and sneaking away.After an uneventful morning he received a text from Emily around noon"Lunch as usual?" it asked him. "Sure. Be there in 10," he replied andmade his way to the restaurant where they.