"Mama 's hurt," said Rachael, "She won't talkto anybody."She pressedme against her body, I in turnhugged her more tightly andbury my face deeper into ...er shoulder."What did the smurfs do to her?" asked Papa Smurf."Swarmed her like bees," saidChernov, "It didn't end so well." Is she hurt?" asked Papa Smurf."They didn't touch her," said Chernov, "But the emotional toll is a different story." I best speak tothe smrufs about this," said Papa Smurf, "Will Smurfette be fine with you Chernov?" She'll. "How can we convince her?" We won't. But we can sell her something less," Crystal sighed."Like what?" Tell her the truth, but water it down? No guns or knives, just that you went a bit far and were concerned that I might someday decide to have you brought up on charges. We can make it real gray." We've got to be real careful..." Yeah."We spent probably twenty minutes synchronizing our stories before I hung up. Now all I had to do was wait...I came in the front door, not the slider. Crystal took. It was, however, very red. The man had spanked his lover’s cunt hard before he fucked her. This act that had confused Jane at the time, but now she understood why the redhead had begged for more. The man was lying next to his woman, his hand draped possessively across her voluptuous breasts. Jane giggled a little at that description, but it was true! She’d never seen such a lovely display of sensuality as those considerably sizeable “girls”. She glanced down at her own budding curves and. She enjoyed the physical challenge but was even more intrigued by the spiritual aspects of yoga and yogic philosophy. It sounded like claptrap to me, but I’ve never been known for my free thinking. To top it off, so she told me, the instructor was this gorgeous hunk of a Frenchman, named Marcel.Friday morning, over breakfast, she brought him up again. That was unusual, and I started getting a slight twinge in my gut. “Should I be worried?” I asked her across the kitchen table.“About Yogi.