He remembered witnessing the clan leaders’ oath of allegiance to the girl. He remembered his amusement as he saw the strong women on their knees, bo...ing to a girl half their age. He wasn’t amused today contemplating his choices and then he noticed the three priests from the orphanage. They were trying to find their way across the alley and stumbling over dead bodies. The black blood leaking from their eyes was blinding them and he remembered the judgment of a six-year-old girl - Unworthy.Bahren. She looked attractive. She was tall 5″6′ perhaps.Her arms looked firm. She must be working in her fields. That’s all I could make out right now. We reached home. She hugged my mom. They were both very emotional as they were meeting after very long. They sat on the sofa and kept talking. I left her luggage in the guest room and came back. I did not involve myself in their conversation, just sat in the hall and looked into the newspaper. I just wanted to be present around and check her out more.. She actually started chatting and playfully chiding me when I didn’t chat back with her: “It doesn’t damage your masculinity to talk, Lightfoot!” She lost none of her pig-headedness, though. We did what she wanted, when she wanted, and I was expected to accommodate her.We slipped into an easy routine.On Sunday, I was treated to a dance recital.Pink Floyd music flowed rhythmically and seductively over the audience. On stage, student dancers from early teens to early twenties performed Roland. I got so into it that when he was ready to fuck me I didn't want to stop . But he reminded me of where we were so I got up and he made me straddle him on the weight bench, he moved his dick up and down until he found the opening of my dripping wet pussy and just rubbed the tip of his dick across my clit. It felt so fucking good I could have came right then and there. I started to grind my hips back and forth on the head of his dick and just when I was about to cum he thrust himself deep inside.