I wonder if I got drugged or something at the show. No that couldn’t be it. I don’t remember anything about the show or even going into the Conven...ion Center.It all happened so fast. I was in a cab. I was calling mom and then the signal got dropped. The cab turned into a building or something and then drove to a cage. There was a person inside wearing a helmet or something on his head. I figured he was a parking lot attendant or something. I don’t remember anything past that.I can’t move my. Once the enormity of what he'd donehad hit him, he'd got out of that bedroom pronto. But mistakes happen -he was 22 for godsakes, barely out of university! Sure, he might be arelatively handsome guy but it was a f**k-up, no mistake.Plus, Luke was sure, there was no way Robert could know and he'd given nohint that he did. The morning after the party, he'd even given Luke atour of his collection of African tribal wear. In fact there he was,across the newsroom, talking to Jim the Drivetime. The heart gladdened at her opportunity to absorb even more tribal culture.By the time I got round to her, Tess had finished showing her appreciation for our fine breakfast, and there were a pair of seminal offerings in her bowels, searching, no doubt, for the zygotes of their brethren from the days of yore. I gathered her in the arms and kissed the fruit-flavored lips."Soul-mate of mine, we have been appointed to show ourselves at the annual ritual here, where you, my dove, have been selected. “Perhaps another demonstration?” Liz smirks at Chanda.“Of course,” Chanda chuckles, undoing her belt and letting her gi drop. Liz does the same.They embrace and kiss. Hands squeeze and caress, mostly along the back and the two incredible butts. One amazingly rounded, the other tight and small and rippling with muscle. Chanda lowers her naked lover onto the floor effortlessly. Hands and lips move to small breasts. One hand moves lower, squeezing and pressing on tight buttocks. Moans reveal their.