He was so close to cumin. He felt his body quiver and shake as the pressure from his pent up desire started to build towards a final climax. Jenny lo...ked into Mike’s eyes. She could see he was close. She also felt her pussy clench tighter around Mike’s quivering cock. Waves of pleasure were getting stronger and quicker as they rolled throughout her body. “Oh my, oh fuck,” they nearly moaned in unison. Mike held Jenny tight. His hands were over her breasts, her nipples being squeezed and. Hunting, fishing, saddlery, harvesting, planting ... stuff like that, belong to the male and he can designate who gets to keep it when he dies."Everything else belongs to, is owned by, the women: Houses, barns, lands, stock, victuals and children pass through the female to females. If we ever get to a "marrying" point, things might change, but I doubt it. It's not the women who want and need marriage. It's the men. It's an ownership issue."You people elected me, a woman, to be Chief. I'd like. "I see," she said with a large grin, "What makes you think Jackie can help?" You are Jackie, yes?"She looked at me for a few moments like a lepidopterist looks at a butterfly, and then smiled. "Yes, I'm Jackie. What makes you think I can help you?" A lot of research I've done over the past two years. It seems you have some type of power. There have been so-called fictional stories written about you and this power ... I spent a lot of time and money trying to figure if it -- and you -- are. As I passed the gym I peeked in and saw the freshman wrestling team were finishing up their practice. They were all dripping sweat and wearing tight leotards, so you could see who had the bigger packages. I had an idea. I ran to their locker room, quickly stripped down and headed to the far corner of the showers. I got all soapy and they started piling in. Most everyone was in and out, but there was two boys I noticed that kept on looking at me. I would wash my hole or stroke my cock as they.