Now, take a deep breath, dive into the crystal clear lagoon through the deepest caves into the endless darkness. Let yourself go. Forget all hate, all...fear, and all your wishes, shake off all emotion and then, when there is nothing left but the pure thought of an explorer, dive out and see Emerial.Deep in the hard of the jungle, the Mountain Emara towers over the endless green. At its sacred feed, where the five holy streams flow into the river of Guantala lies the city once founded by the. I moved so I could be nearer to her. As we met, another guy walked in from the hallway. He was black and really hung. She sat at the end of a couch and immediately gobbled that black cock. I knelt in front of her. She naturally opened her legs. I worshiped that smooth cock. There were times when her legs squeezed my head like a vice. I had to use just my tongue because her leglock was so intense. I couldn’t even move my head. When she relaxed her legs, I repositioned my head to show respect to. It looked like adoration."What?" I asked, my voice incredulous.His smile disappeared."You can be that sensual," he whispered, "and the artist in me says youmust be that sensual. The artist in me demands it."I suddenly felt weird. Uncomfortable, slightly. I'd been enjoying hiscompany, hell, I'd been almost revelling in his grin and his attentionon me. But now, for reasons I couldn't even begin to understand, hisdemeanour had changed, and I was seeing things and sensing things thatconfused. "Thanks Rita, I appreciate you telling me."That night as Betty was preparing dinner she poured herself a glass of wine and thought about how she should approach the children. Obviously they needed the "birds and bees" lecture, but she felt it was her responsibility to tell them both the truth too. They needed to grow up with realistic expectations about human sexuality. She poured another glass of wine and tried to devise her "speech" to the kids.An hour later she called the children down to.