John took the chance for a rest; leaned against a tree to avoid the strain of putting his load down and retrieving it again, then asked where the man ...as heading.“I am looking to meet the famed Shaman John. I too am a Shaman.”John ignored that and pretended that his name was Hunter, on his way home with a cargo demanded by the tribe. He also said he had a headache, so that he might not be good company if they were both going the same way.The Shaman admitted he was going in the same direction,. Run your teeth along my juicy pits. Run your tongue along them. Twirl it around in my soft, damp skin. What a sensation! Do my neck too baby. Shower it with soft little kisses, just the way I like. Your breath against my skin makes me tingle with pleasure. Lick up behind my ear. Run your fingers through my tangled hair. Stroke my back with your fingertips. Linger on the smooth place where my back meets my bum. Kiss me there now sit back down on your chair. I want to force my breast into your. Martin had a mental image of Amy coming home covered in cum. Cum in her hair, on her clothes, on her face from unknown men. It was interesting that she didnt bother to clean herself up before going home. It was also interesting that she allowed her young daughter to wash her in a most intimate way. He wondered how far this went between the two. He wondered if Jenny knew and helped in cleaning up mommy. He also remembered his times with Tanja, how he would take her out to a nice place, feed her. She knew she could not hide the truth from him, nor did she want to hide it from herself, or Anita.Looking into the face of her sweet beautiful daughter she knew the truth had to come out. Biting her bottom lip as one single tear cascades down her rose colored cheek, she summoned up the strength to own her truth.In a slow soft voice she begins. “You know Anita before you were born I was really counting on you being a boy, because I knew that someday I would want to carry our family tradition..