She was a real trier; but was having a lot of trouble with the English language. Her father was a businessman and spent a lot of time away from his fa...ily trying to get ahead in his new country. Zina’s mother was one of the old school type. She was the one who kept the family home a model of the way she had been brought up to do in the manner of the “Old Country” and had no ambition outside the family home. When Zina’s mother shopped, it was up to Zena or her younger brothers to interpret for. As an extra incentive, you offer a prize for the sluttiest outfit.On the night of the party you can barely contain your excitement, wondering what each girl will wear. You make sure your camera is charged and the memory card is empty, because you plan on taking lots and lots of pictures!The allotted hour approaches, then passes. It seems that everyone has decided to be fashionably late.Two hours later you are still sitting on the couch, anxiously checking your watch. Why has no-one turned up?. Whenever Martina's travel schedule took her where she couldn't have the baby along, the friend would spell her with her baby, but that left Martina with breasts that were lactating at their normal rate with no baby to suckle her large milky tits on a regular schedule. So, after Martina had lain there in her bed as long as she could stand it, she stuck her head out the door of her sleeping compartment and went to get Ryan, one of the young musicians in her band. Ryan knew precisely what Martina. Unless he was on the ice, where he morphed into a beast I hardly recognized, he was very laid back and easy-going. Nothing seemed to faze him; he took everything in stride. He also had a wonderfully mature sense of humor (mature in the sense of dry, witty, and complex, as opposed to raunchy). He figured out the art of making me laugh at a young age.There were times when he was growing up where it felt like, between Josh and his father, there was so much testosterone floating around I'd.