"What the F**k is this?" Jane added.The two women looked in disbelief at the contents of the wardrobe whichhoused dozens of frilly satin "little girl"...dresses, net petticoats,drawers full of frilly rumba panties, stacks of terry towelling nappiesand Mary jane patent shoes. As Jane took the outfits down one by one toexamine the closer Amanda noticed a shoe box stored on a shelf above thehanging rail. When she opened the box, she was speechless. There werephotos in the box - dozens of colour. It was their loss. Those men never understood how a woman worked, what a woman needed. They did not know how best to touch and caress, or how to use words instead of hands. Most of all, they didn’t know how to listen, or ask. They would never earn the reward of knowing that they gave real pleasure. Most of her lovers, however, wouldn’t have cared either way, selfish in their loving, more interested in their own completion, at any cost. That was the reason they found her dancing so. I'm wearing a small silk cami and panties. I sit back on the couch and gently run my fingers over my swollen lips. The feeling is electric, like this was my first time, finally able to touch myself as my body had yearned for yesterday while watching him. The feeling grows, my lips soaked now, as I pull my panties to the side, exposing my swollen pussy as I rub more deliberately and get ready to cum. Then it happens... I hear the creak of the stairs as someone heads down. I know it must be him,. Horus right? The owl hooted, and she smiled. The Egyptian God, a cute name. Tell me, do you know of any herbs that can help him? The owl flew out of the cave and into the wilderness. Hunter followed his shadow, running. He came to a small patch of herbs and she felt relieved. Her delicate hands grabbed upon a small plant and yanked it. When she came back, he had risen up. Hello sleepy head, she set the herbs into a basket. Ugh…I fainted didnt I? Hunter nodded and took out her cell phone..