"What's a birthday pie?" It's a pie," Helen answered with a chuckle, "to celebrate the day of your birth."Enola looked confused. "Is this the day of m... birth?" It is now," the Enforcer said from atop a nearby downed palm tree. "You didn't have one. You need one. No one has this one. So ... it's yours."The gathered crowd -- most of the current 24 residents of Everest Island -- laughed at the silliness of simply choosing a birth date. Enola pointed to the 19 small, ornate seashells decorating. When I was still trying to get my hand over her boobs suddenly she moved. I just froze away and moved away from her and pretended as if I was in a deep sleep .But to my surprise she didn’t wake up, but just turned to her back. Now she is sleeping with her front facing upward. Wow! Sleeping beside her, I could clearly see the curve of her breasts which looked like mountains in drawing that used to make in childhood (;-). Then I came to know that she is a deep sleep. Again after some time I moved. He had her toilet herself but told her not to urinate, which she did, he had her put on mascara, saying he loved make up, before attaching her to the crucifix once more then undoing the mysterious box, which proved to contain a Tens machine, one of the big ones with a dozen outlets. Apparently, he was an expert with this b**st, plugging it in and attaching a sizeable probe up her back passage, pads on nipples, a soft clip at her tongue, and a crocodile style clip direct to her clitoral hood,. The pain was no longer present. There was only pleasure. Her hips rocked wildly with his as the dance continued on the bed. But, she was turning greedier. She wanted more, with every thrust, with every moan. Her walls were engulfing him and her tightness made him reach a new height of pleasure. He grunted, as he held her body tightly against his, afraid to be separated from her even for a second. He needed her everything, her moans, her gasps, her fluids, her body and her soul. He wrapped his.