What the fuck? Surely, the chickens can get all the blueberries they want from the same place I picked mine. The only difference is that these are dri...d, he thought with a frown. Back in the cave, he took a few of the dried berries and popped them into his mouth, considering. “Hmmm, the taste of the dried berries is much more concentrated. So, do I have blueberry connoisseurs?” he said with a laugh. Then, grumbling, “The damn chickens are too smart for my own good. If they were just your. My respite proved short lived and soon after the simple meal finished, guests arrived, all male Comarans wanting to fuck a white bitch. Jacna and Monka kept out of the way after they opened the bed-settee in the lounge. The rapes began with Mr. Shokomo taking the first place and my already sore cunt cried out with the pain of his entry but soon my juices and his helped to lubricate the passage until he sent a copious amount of sperm into my womb area. His four friends took their turn and one. Only June looked really young, so we got a lot of stares. It probably had to do with how good looking they all were. They probably didn't even see me. With the exception of June, they all looked like teenagers, and I didn't look very old myself, so if they did see me, they probably thought I was a very lucky guy. It wouldn't have occurred to them that I was their brother.Another reason I mentioned that is because we are a very affectionate family; one or two would be hanging on me as we walked.. 'It was the best anniversary present you could ever have given me.' It was obvious she knew the power she had attracting men and she was relishing it. That evening we went to a club for some dancing. She was now dressing in keeping with her new figure. Mini skirt, bare midriff and a wrap around top that showed plenty of cleavage and of course no bra. As the evening wore on her dancing had become more flamboyant. What with the admiring looks and the wine she was consuming. She did a lot of.