She dropped into her chair.Jim said, "Any others want to say anything?"Matt said, "Congratulations."Tina stood at the other end of the table and confe...sed, "Me too. I'm pregnant too."All eyes shifted to that end of the table, and another round of clapping took place.In the middle, Monica remained seated but said, "And some of you know, I am too."There was a rapid-fire discussion about due dates. Monica and Tina were due within a week of each other. Ellie had no idea but knew it had to be early. This time I didn’t leave my arms flapping. I reached up under her sweatshirt, T-shirt and bra to find her breasts and began stroking them.Heather’s response was to press harder on my face. If I could keep breathing we might get somewhere. I found that I could pull my nose back for a couple of seconds to get air. Satisfied that I could survive I concentrated on the feast above me.Soon Heather was writhing and groaning. I tried harder to keep her satisfied as her movements became more frenzied. I. We married when my periods started. I have two children. They may not be my husband’s but that is alright and quite common in our culture. I have received so many different male seeds inside that it is impossible to tell which ones quickened me.One of the important responsibilities of a wife on our island is being a hostess to visiting men. This simply means treating them as if they were my husband in every way. When I was young I saw my mother take visitors to her sleeping place and I would. There's lots to see ... at first. But mostly it's miles and miles of the same thing ... with little wide spots in the road to catch your interest for a couple of seconds. I fully understand, "are we there yet?" I also understand, "we get there when we get there!"Imagine walking the 882 miles if you really want boring. Twenty miles and set up camp ... twenty miles and set up camp ... day after day after day. But you might find something ... driving? ... you look at the road.But it's 55 miles per.