“Only we decide who is allowed passage.”“And only those of worth are allowed,” the female finished.“But is Burin not the Keeper of the Gates...” Aran asked. He felt like he was missing something.“Once, he was,” the male answered. “But no longer.”“Night falls on the land,” the female added. “And the shadows lengthen.”“That is why I must pass!” Aran persisted. “I am fighting the coming of the Mor’ion!”“Your efforts are futile, Anarion,” the female rumbled. “The samana is beginning. Vasuda has. The slightest sensation can be its trigger-an image, a scent, a touch, real or imagined. Even my most buoyant of moods is subject to the quick stab of memory, like a slap across the face. Nights and mornings-the worst times for distant lovers. I lie in bed in the evening, unable to sleep. The evening drifts into the early hours of morning, which bear witness to my fits and starts. These are the times for melancholy, when the expense of a day’s energy has worn me down, and left me only able to. “Is it your very first time, lovers?” Like in a trance, I just nodded. So did Olga but I could feel her hesitation. She was silent for a moment but then she added like she confessed at a church, “I have already kissed a college guy.” “Wow! It does really mean that you are already experienced,” giggling, Sveta summed it up. “And I like you both so much!” “Hey dude, do you have got balls?” Mike asked me. I became embarrassed with his rough question and I didn’t know what to say but his. When it got too hot, Ana suggested we could take a quick dip in the sea to cool off. After that, her tight bath suit became even more transparent.It was obvious that the other men, black or white, were noticing all this also and Ana’s body was having up all the attention there.Some of the native black guys were not staying at our resort; so when the sun went down on the horizon, my sexy wife invited them up to our room for drinks and to shower.Ana went into shower first and late the three black.