For all that they spoke the same, the fifty one tribes had people who looked very different from each other, but the babies were starting to look more...alike all the time. There was a rule that said you couldn't mate with someone from the same tribe, or that if you did, you both had to leave and go as far away as you could, to beg entrance to another tribe.The tribe had some holy days, namely crys-mess, God-Mother Day, and hollerin. The other two were mostly parties, but God-Mother day was for. My husband and I have a wonderful sex life. We hide nothing from each other, including fantasies, what we like and don't like physically, and we communicate very well about our sexual habits. This makes for more intimate, comfortable, trusting and adventurous times in and out of the bedroom.I have to go back several years. Before I even knew my husband, I was a one orgasm type of gal. I came from clitoral stimulation, or penetration sometimes, but when I orgasmed once, it was over and I could. I went to the window and gave the girl $5.00, just enough to get me into the arcade. The people who work there now are pretty cool. The manager is a Latino guy who is a body builder & has a shave head, & the girl who works there is really friendly. She's the one who waited on me Friday night. She was wearing a tank top that really showed off her big tits. I have to admit, she looked really sexy! As I walked toward the arcade I saw another Latino holding a whip. He looked at me as I passed and. I'm holding your hand tightly, pulling you behind me, nervous that you will break my grasp, tell me I've got this wrong... I start to feel hot with anticipation, arousal and nerves..but a squeeze of your hand steadies the latter. As soon as we walk through the door you spin me round to face you, your face tells me you want me as much as I want you and you kiss me, hard, so hard I'm pushed back into the lockers with a bump and you press your whole body against mine. Your hands start wandering.