Our holidays in Mauritius were very pleasant – except for the one for the funeral of Granpa. I felt a special bond with this island – and pined to...come back one day.And that day came even earlier than I expected.After spending 7 yrs in Belgium, my parents got offered a long term placement in Western Africa. They had resisted this for quite some time – but could no longer say no. Both for their career and the project itself, they had to move to Namibia. My little sister of course accompanied. Here I was 'happy'that my wife was only blowing a bunch of guys. I had no count on how much semen was already inside her. And now apparently we were getting to the highlights."Mortals, I need a challenge. You men who serve the gods have brought me many strong hard penises. But the Goddess of Love requires something more. Is there no one to challenge the Goddess?" Several guests, called for "Peter, Peter". He actually took a step forward. But Cindy cut him off."Now is not the time for the God. Our three new additions were fitting in with the family very nicely. Now that Wanda was an established member of the family, she and Eve had bonded like sisters. I was watching them whispering together, when I decided it was time to broach a subject I had been avoiding."Eve, when pap brought you guys to stay with us, he said your pa had made some Indian mad. Do you know what happened?" Yeah, we hadn't much more than gotten our wagons stopped when we saw the Indians for the first time. At that. " Thank goodness for that!" she yipped, peeking between her fingers."You shaved," he said, noticing for the first time that all that was left of her pubic hair was a thin line pointing to her pouting pussy lips."I hoped you'd like that," she moaned."You planned for me to see it?" Of course," she said, taking her hands away from her face."You don't know how hot that makes me feel," he said, leaning down to suckle a nipple.The tampon, actually looking almost unused, lay forgotten on the carpet as.