The next day I started. First I scanned the Internet until I found some good pictures of Xena. I realized that I had chosen well. It appeared as thoug... Xena was the same height as me. She had bigger breasts but mine would be more than adequate. My hair when I wore it out of the ponytail, which was not that often, looked almost exactly Like Xena's.Next I went to the costume shop. They had Xena costumes, but much to my surprise they were all too small. I talked the store clerk into letting me. He has a vibrant history with lots of lovers. She hasn't been around long enough to do more than go all the way with one person, which flies in the face of his preference for adventurous women. Yet he keeps coming back, rock-hard and persuasive. Does it make you feel good, knowing how much this bad girl wants to watch you? Maybe help you out a little?He's much more reticent than the talkative Lover One, to her relief. It would make it easier to keep their solo-yet-shared matrix strictly fun and. I knew he was about to cum and I took him out of my mouth and placed the head of his cock into the chalice. He groaned deeply as he emptied himself into the cup tugging on his foreskin to ensure that there was all that was to give. The boys ejaculated into the lettuce cups. “We are witnesses to a sacred moment”, I said. “This semen is nectar of life.” Then I drank it from the chalice and the girls ingested their semen filed holy cups of lettuce.After drinking the semen, I walked toward Haley,. What he didn’t know and I bother to enlighten him was, my last girlfriend was from Ethiopia, as black as the ace of spades and gorgeous and had the first hairless pussy I had ever seen. There were roughly 28 million Zambians of which 27.5 were black and the majority were from the Bember tribe, 9 million being female, and half of those were single, but none had ever dated a white guy, let alone had one as a boyfriend. During the first few weeks I sussed out where the single Zambian female went.