The last three wives who were the invited guests of the organizer were still in the back standing by themselves watching all the fucking and sucking g...ing on in front of them.Their husbands had already succumbed to the overpowering sexual lust the wild orgy had generated in them and they were somewhere out in the group fucking whores and getting their cocks sucked off. All of a sudden those three wives looked at each other and said to each other, "Why the hell not!!?", and quickly stripped off. "Who could these people have been?" I wondered."We called them 'the Ones behind the Falls,'" the Goddess replied, and we know of them only as legend, a race of powerful hunters with the heads of large cats. They have rarely come into our territory, and now, it seems, they have become extinct or endangered over the fiullness of time, as they are nowhere to be seen in our area of the island."The three of us decided to walk across the open grasslands, where I spotted more of the antelopes. When he was finished he took the morphine syringe and spoon to the stove. He rinsed the spoon in the hot water and handed it to her. "Get me some clean sap," he said. "Don't scrape the outside of the fruit with the spoon. I'm going to inject it into the wound. Let's try to avoid secondary infection." Take another fruit and rinse it first," she said, "but I don't think secondary infection would be a problem."She let the latex drip in the spoon while Doug cleaned the syringe. It seemed to take. See, she’s daddy’s girl. At least, that is what I always kid her about.“Daddy’s girl! Daddy’s girl!”She just huffs and flips a bird and throws some piece of underclothing into the hamper. Dad does lean towards her, always taking her side. Well, most of the time. The only thing he seems to control her at is dating. Even at 17, she hasn’t dated much. But, I think its more that she just hasn’t run into the right guy.It’s not that she is bad looking, that’s an understatement. Petite size, that is,.