I suppose that's happening already.The Linnean had a paper on Australian ethnomedicine a few years ago [V. 21 • No. 4 • October 2005]. It was good...but there was so much that I knew wasn't quite right. As I recalled, it said something like:Traditional tribal healers, called 'Nungungi' in some language groups of Central Australia, are identified as such whilst still young children and are given special education in the healing arts. Medical ethnobotany is currently practised widely by Aboriginal. Another 10 freaking minutes go by and she walks by me. What the fuck? I can’t believe this bitch. I’m torn between being pissed and excited because DAMN she got a phat fucking ass on her. I can’t help myself stare at her as she walks away. Ass just bouncing up and down, and hips swaying from side to side. Holy Shit! I would pound that ass daily if I could. She comes back in about 2 minutes and attempted to walk by me again when I say “Ms. Hanes, did you want to speak to me now or should. Julya and I will have to be very careful. We will spend our whole year's money in one day."Mike picked up the phone and called next door. It took several rings before it was answered.Tomas answered, "Hello." What are you doing? No, don't tell me." Jana eyes widened and then she started to giggle. Mike smiled her way and said into the phone, "We want to go shopping. Get Julya and come over here so we can go shopping."Tomas responded, "Okay. We will be only one second," before hanging up.Mike. He often pulled his mouth away to join with hers, kissing her with skill she could only call art. Rather than letting her continue bouncing, he implemented his own technique. Cupping her tight ass in his hands, he began gyrating her hips in one direction while he moved in the opposite direction. Now, instead of doing long, deep strokes, his cock was stirring up the depths of her womanhood like he was whisking some scrambled eggs. The two-fold attacks, they were more than Tin could bear..