Kaneakua Paoa Kekoa was a big, robust man, an inch or so taller than Jake’s six-three. He had long sinewy limbs and the biggest hands and feet Jake ...ad ever seen. His close-cropped hair was black, shot through with silver. Jake guessed that the hail and hardy Kahuna was maybe in his early fifties. He was an imposing man but he radiated kindness and robust good humor. Jake liked him before he ever said a word.“Good to meet you, Jake. You have a fine son and beautiful women, you are a lucky man,”. ." Are you trying to blame me for your condition," she said while interupting him!?! "Oh no," he quickly replied, "it's nothing like that, I just meant that you're so pretty and all, and well, I guess I just can't help myself!!!" With the look on her face softening appreciably, she whispered huskily, "You really think that I'm pretty!?!" Oh yes," he gushed, "you'e just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I really mean it!!!" You're the first man that's said that to me since Frank. On a shelf above that rested anotherdevice. The top was a small dome about the size of a cereal bowl belowthat was a five gallon water cooler and coil of wire. A steel barrel ahand width long and about a pencil diameter thick extended from the topof the dome."This is a model of the hellbore cannon," Lisa said.Jeri looked at the device. It didn't look to impressive. "Does it work?"Jeri asked, "Can you show me what it does?" No. Not here. I can show you a video I made of the test, if you. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the toughest chicks out there. She gave shoulder and hip checks that belonged in the NHL. I hoped that I could withstand her onslaught. After the match I waited outside. We didn’t have a chance to talk at all and all I had was a hope that she read my signals. I waited outside, fingering my cock through a hole in my pocket. I wanted to give a good impression. Lady after lady came out and I wondered if I had missed her. I.