We are small, but we are many. My thread is unbroken.Mountains rise and crumble around our wandering band. We have left our tails in the trees and now...walk upright. Fortune favors the tall who better see the dangers lurking in the lush grasslands of the Serengeti plain. As we wander about, my tribe and I invent language as we assign meaning to the sounds our mouths make. "All life arises from the first mother," she sings in honor and thanksgiving of some nameless single-cell creature: the seed. . "Now?" I hear you murmur to me. "Yes, NOW!" I command. You release your hands from clasping mine, and slightly wistfully I pull mine away from the delight of cupping you, and with hardly a whisper, the dress falls, sudden as an avalanche at first...slowing at it slithers over your hips, which with a slight wiggle, it slips free, silently creating but a limp shimmering puddle at your feet... You are looking into the mirror to gauge my immediate reaction...my jaw is slack, my eyes fixed, and. The next week I went to her house. She greeted me with a big hug and smile.Then I whispered in her ears. “So are you ready?” She replied “what are we gonna do?” And I told her that I will teach her. Then I told her to wear her nighty at night and come to my room after everyone sleeps. So then I was excited and so wet. That night she came in a sexy cream color nighty. And I was wearing a Chudhidar in which my curves are perfect . So then I told her to listen to me and do to whatever I tell her. She touched her panty line, savoring the skimpiness of her feeble protection, and fingered the discreet brand name sewn once into the waistband. Her tweed micro skirt sealed in her obedience. Vibrant stitched lines drew eyes to her figure. None would guess innocent white cotton panties hid beneath. In Miss Roberts' lounge, she perched on a straight-backed chair in her micro skirt; her legs in a duchess slant, knees and ankles together, heels, in her tall black Aquazzura boots, firm on the.