His thoughts had begun to wander. He routinely changed older girls into younger girls to keep a stock of virgins around for the exact purpose you must...have already imagined. One day, the chief forgot who he had changed into who. He changed Wallace into a warrior, forgetting he was a slave girl. That was just days before our visit to the village. When the chief had invited us to the celebration, he had sent Wallace and a group of slave women to our camp to burn all of the cloths that belonged to. Sean turned his head, the gray hair shining in the candlelight "You want to watch this little bud?" he asked as if I was the 3rd party here.Moving over to a side chair I positioned myself down and now could see Jen....by this stage she was rubbing his pants over his cock, she looked at me, giddy with anticipation."How old are you again Sean" I asked, trying to put him in his place. He laughed, "62 years bud, but getting younger with each young girl like Jennifer". Then I heard a zipper, Jen. “Hey,” I said, waking the two girls gently. “I need to get up to go shower before I need to be at the place to help my mom set up for today. Are you two coming?”Poor choice of words.“Give me five more seconds,” the girl in front said as she hurried to take the pressure off my dick head before she came.She moved away, and the girl against me moved forward as she pressed her wet pussy on my dick. When the head was at the right angle, she pushed down to tear through her cherry and then start. " A hypothetical question, Olu. It does not arise, and I am a happy woman to be with you as my man." I am serious, woman! Please consider it. Could you, as a woman with money, still take a poor young man as a husband?" Very well. In Nigerian society, it would be frowned upon for social reasons, but I might not be deterred, unless I thought it would be bad for YOU, my boy. Here, where there is a true egalitarian society, my having money or not is not important. It is a mere fact of life, like.