The house smelled of paint, so a late lunch in the open air was a good idea. Kris was in a good mood, perhaps because she felt the approach of complet... renovation. We ended up eating lunch, which she had prepared and brought to us. She was wearing a short gray dress with a zipper in the front; she wore white shoes on high platform, with high heels. Her height is almost 5'11" without heels and even a little more on his heels, so she makes a strong impression. Typically, for most women, it is not. Everybody started to clap their hands in time with the jungle beat.Mathuga danced around the fire and came close to several of the ladies in her group. It seemed like magnets either repelling or attracting each other. All of the women reached out their arms as Mathuga made physical contact with each one, even Miriam participated in this ritual. The young black man would start to pull one of the white women from her seat but each time would let her fall back down until he came to Miriam.The. “This may cause problems when we find our respective partners in future psychologically.”“Why should it?” I inquired, almost determined that we can have a physical relationship and I could find nothing wrong in it. “Rather we could learn from each other and need not look around for it outside. You know AIDS is killing so many people.”“I guess you are right, but still, I am not very sure if we should.” Her voice trailed off.I went close to her and held her tight, embracing her nude body in mine.. Pete could only nod and stare at her crotch (and perhaps my dick slick with her juices). Monique whispered in my ear, “What did you mean that he does what ever you tell him?”I whispered back, “Exactly that. Do you want him to lick your pussy? Suck my dick? Masturbate for you?” “Oh my, you boys are kinky!” Monique said. “You decide what you want him to do.” I put Pete to work. “Pete, come over here and get on your knees.” Pete got on his knees and got crawled the few feet to Monique and me..