I almost burst into tears whenMustapha, a few days later, told me my nipples tasted just like those ofa genetic woman!In the following month, we start...d seeing each other regularly. Eitherhe would come to my place or I would go to his. I liked acting like awife to him, cooking dinner, washing his clothes, tidying up hisbungalow. In exchange, he rewarded me with nipple kisses, belly buttonkisses and showered me in passion and tenderness. As is the commitmentof all men who come to Macaon to find. Just after 2AM the owner came out and found the four of us. She thanked us profusely, stuffed cash in Heather's hand, and pushed bottles into our hands, assuring us at the same time that she had no idea where we got the beer.We were unceremoniously shuffled out the door and left standing in the dark, wondering what to do next.Vicki eventually voiced the only practical option. "The beach, of course. I wonder if the bonfire is still burning." We could sit there for a while." And watch the drunk. .. I get a little kinky, honey,” she said softly. “Your mother can be very, very kinky!”“So can I,” he said, cupping her tit.“What do you know about kinky?” she asked, lifting her head and looking at him. “You never even had a piece of ass until now.”“I know kinky,” he said. “What do you think I am, just a little kid?”“Well, you’re certainly not a man!” she replied.“I still know kinky,” he insisted.“And how to fuck a girl, too!” She giggled, leaning down and licking at his lips. “You know how. ” I looked at it. An address less than two miles from my own. I quickly scribbled my address and handed it to her.“We’re very close,” she observed.“In more senses than one,” I told her, feeling the emotion rising inside me.“I have had many men. But I want only one—an exclusive.”She stroked her hand over my face as she said, “But see how you react to the confession I have to make.”“Confession? You’re a witch?”She laughed and kissed me lightly, but I thought I detected a worried look on her face..