Why?" asked Andy."The girls have noticed David doesn't use his quarters much ... his sheets are never mussed up." Ah ... you should ask David." They a...so noticed that your bed seems to use a lot of linen. Hmm?" Yes, Mom."Nyoman laughed, "I noticed you sing a lot lately ... the girls noticed it too."Andy blushed ... not just a little ... a lot."What do you plan to do about it?" Eer ... what?" Andy ... you have a ... certain ... Glow ... when was your last... ?" Nyoman made that hand gesture that. "I'm almost sad to see last year go," Bonnie said."Why?" Brent asked, curious."It was the best year of my life," she said unequivocally."I'm glad to hear that. I was pretty good for me too," he agreed."I want it to be like this, but I want to be with you more," she admitted."I feel the same way, but I'm torn," Brent said."What do you mean?"Brent stopped and turned to Bonnie, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you, Bonnie. I want you to be happy. I know you're ... uncomfortable with our time. ' In fact, the very idea of being entered from the rear terrified me with imagined pain that sometimes I couldn't even finish the evenings off with them with plain old blow jobs. It had cost me some boyfriends, but they weren't worth keeping anyway.But my lover had waited patiently, for months into our relationship, until we had long past those first scary words of love, until they came out of our mouths as easily as 'hello.' And even then he had just attempted a single finger, holding it. As Martha's lust grew once again she found that this reality; that is, being tied to an altar and fucked in front of these natives, excited her lusts more than the fantasy of being on her wedding night with a kind and loving husband.She thrust her hips, humping her hot, sticky, wet cunt against the underside of Marks large hard cock. A wave of lust even more potent than the last washed over her, pushing aside thoughts of shame and humiliation. It pushed aside her Midwest modesty, and her.