“Indeed, James, indeed,” she said. Jenna remained silent almost catatonic; her brows knitted and unknitted several times. “Jenna?” said Aunt ...elia. Her voice seemed to awaken the younger woman. “We need to find him, James. We really, really need to find him, no matter what,” said Jenna. He nodded. “Duh, yuh think!” he said. The morning progressed with talk among the three of them all centered on the man who didn’t want to be found but had to be. Aunt Delia made her excuses and left; a cab. " Wait, wait ... Raisha," I told her with a loud happy chuckle. "Since we are basically of different cultures, there are forms we have to meet to do this correctly. Some are general knowledge in your culture and the same goes for my culture. We can't go slap dash ahead without paying attention to those, or we will regret it. You and Jhoni can tell me what I need to do to satisfy your cultural forms. American forms are sort of a mish-mash, so we can cover the basics of those easily. But some of. It was only as she was leaving, fleeing for the edge of the clearing, that I really noticed her long legs and lithe body. She moved with the grace of a deer, her flying feet silent on the grass. It made me feel strange inside to think of it, warm but unsettled at the same time. I found myself praying to the Gods that I would see her again.I didn't get my wish for almost another week. I was at the river this time and netting some salmon. They really were huge fish, bigger even than the codfish I. I could not have planned this any better that it was playing out.The next thing I knew, the two black guys picked up my wife and placed her on the couch. One was still face fucking her, and the other got between her legs and started to rub his cock up and down the opening of my wife’s pussy. What really surprised me was that I did not see any negative response from my wife, and she seemed willing to continue to allow this to happen.The white guy was standing beside her and grabbed her arm, and.