I don’t even know why. A whole game hen on wild rice and spinach, with a small salad, looked a little fancy for lunch, but mom makes these regularly...enough that they are a part of our meal rotation. The cook told us that our vegetables came from the hydroponic gardens this morning while the game hen came from somewhere on the grounds. We couldn’t get much fresher unless we pulled them off the plants, cut them up, and ate then right there.I couldn’t hold back a laugh when Alex turned to eat her. She shivers, excited about what's about to happen. She can't resist cupping her boobs in her palms, squeezing her fat nipples between thumb-base and fingers.The call means that the concierge has found a participant in the game. It doesn't always come - more often than not it doesn't - and on those occasions she dresses and goes down to the conference feeling frustrated and horny from the anticipation. But the days that the call does come make it all worthwhile. Today it came late. She climbs on. Umoja distributed the vinyl mats that he bought for fifty cents apiece when the local camping supplier went out of business last spring. The purchase had gutted the shelter’s meager bank account, but it was worth it to have something to pad the cold, hard floor. Imani read the children a bedtime story in a small, adjacent room where they’d sleep. It was just slightly warmer inside, and Ujima had painted nursery rhyme characters on the walls for a homey touch. The kids, having so little. Then another, and another, until he had 30 minutes showing.Peter had been so worked up and ready to climax just watching the video, he was ready to climax then before the man spoke to him through the hole in the wall. If it weren't for the distraction of feeding the tokens, Peter would have climaxed sooner. As it was, by the time he'd deposited the last token to get him to 30 minutes his climax hit him hard. His eyes closed and he saw stars under his eyelids. Every nerve ending, from his toes.