It was then that the voluptuous nubian grammy walks in and makes her selection from the many carnal options."My, my, sooo many ways to go, which one w...ll I choose, hmm?", poses Chrisely G, "As lead matriarch I thinks I'll have my nimble grandsteps*n apply his tireless talents upon me in doggy, I've sure taught him to enough times by now." Now, mama, you be nice, a woman of your many years ought to be grateful for what she gets", barks daddy C."Hush you, you'll know how grateful I'll be when I. I mean shame on them for allowing him topost his stories. Yeah, yeah free speech, blah, de blah, I know I’m over21… yadda, yadda. Disclaimers up the ying yang — Idon’t care, it does not matter. I take no responsibilityfor what happened to my mother. I never would have doneit if not for being entrapped by Jaz and his fuckingstories. See once I read one, I could not help it, I keptsearching for more. I know it sounds weird but I got to know this guy andsome of what he said. Did not know this,” he said softly. “I think many people do not know this.”“That statement is accurate,” Solovir agreed. “Much knowledge was lost during the car’mori and the years after, but the Treemother is worshipped among the Eryn’elda still.”“Who was the father?” Smythe wondered aloud. “If Vayani was the mother of the Eryn’elda, who was the father?” Solovir said nothing for long moments. He appeared to be staring inwardly, his pale eyes glazed as if focusing on something far away. Smythe. "Oh you are early Monsieur, I am afraid you will have to wait a little." Oh, I don't mind," I said, and I really meant what I said that moment.I was placed in a chair near a table with some magazines on it. I was glad to have a chance to look around the salon for a few minutes and couldn't help staring at the beautiful hairdressers. They where all wearing a similar type of dress in thin shiny nylon buttoned in the back and with a binding belt around the waist. Only today these were all soft.