“Stay strong, darling!” Bastian gave her comfort. “I know you can take this! Just relax and try to adjust to his size!”It was as if another pe...son was talking on behalf of him. Never would a situation have come to Bastian’s mind where he would try and help his wife take another cock, but here they were.Bastian watched Tiru grab Michelle’s waist with his hands and slowly pulling her back against him. He could only imagine how his bare, black shaft was slowly sinking inside Michelle’s until. He seemed toconsider my statements. "That's not a bad argument John," he said with a certain twisted pride inhis voice. "But, what makes you think that anything you see here belongsto me?" The smile on his face let me know I'd over-played my hand. Myface fell; my jaw dropped. Perhaps I'd made too many assumptions? Was hesimply toying with me? It never occurred to me that all of this wasn't"his."At length a strange look of defeat consumed his face. I sat there andwaited."I'll tell you what," he. Since he was looking for her, it didnt take long for them to find each other. Kayla then dragged Michael back to the room with the wine. She then watched him drink the other half of the bottle. By this time they were both very tipsy and decided to have a game of tag with a twist. The twist was that every time they tagged each other they had to take off a piece of clothing. Kay,a ran away and Michael counted to 10 then followed. They chased each other in and out of several classes before. Who can help deliver babies? Who knows about pre-natal care? Who can teach children or do we plan to raise illiterate savages?"She continued. "Yes. We have survived. I want to do more than survive. I want to live. I want to raise children to know their heritage, to have the advantage of an education, and to mature into persons I will be proud to claim as my children." She smiled grimly. "It doesn't take 'a community to raise a child.' However, it does take a community to hang on to.