And once we are married and pregnant, which in the rural areas is usually within the first year of marriage, they will sometimes advise us to breastfe...d our husbands, the belief being that the milk from our breasts will cause the man in our life to keep running after us.The quack doctor in our village is a lady of about 55 or 60, and who seems to be very knowledgeable about sex. Because she is a "doctor", the girls who go to see "Ate" Nene aren't shy to ask her questions about romance, or to. ”I went on up and closed the door.The girls were indeed here. I found them in the kitchen where the housekeeper was feeding the thick slices of bread, heavily buttered and bowls of beef soup with barley. I sat at the table.“Hello girls,” I said with a big smile, “I'm Sam, what are your names?”“I'm Susan.” said one, “I'm Sally.” said the other.They were twins, about six years of age and painfully thin. They shared their sister's blonde hair and blue eyes. They looked at me with the solemn. I’ve been there many times and I can blush as red as anyone.“That slipped, but now that I’m sitting here on the corner of your desk and we’re talking - I’ll tell you about us. Some of it, that is. It would take all week to tell you everything we do for - and to one another.”“So you and Shirley are lovers?”“We don’t see us as lovers, and we’ve even talked about that. We were both very skinny and very shy all during our school years, until we were in the eighth grade. Then, we turned fourteen and. And later I might not have this chance.I need this info.She closed her eyes."Anything," she said. "I'll do anything, sir."A slow smile crept onto Claude's face. "Then come here."Renee didn't hesitate. She left her chair and walked to him only slightly more slowly than her usual pace.He pushed his food away.He examined the girl as she stood before him. The slight curves of her hips, her small hands clasped in front, the hair that was still damp spilling over one shoulder. She stared at the.