“Don’t you ever play with yourself? EShe asked me.I looked blank.“He, he, he, Eshe giggled, “I’ve got a lot to teach you haven’t I? E I...nodded.“Do you want to touch it? EShe whispered in her husky voice again.I nodded and crawled over to her. I tentatively ran my finger over the slimy slit then through her luxurious curly hair making her gasp. I stopped and looked up. “No pet, don’t stop, that’s nice. E Betty peeled her fanny lips apart exposing her glistening box to me.“Put your finger. Shanor, one of the girls my age, came running out to see me. I was surprised when she threw her arms around me crying."Mother said you where dead, that the shaman had seen to your death. She said we would never see you again."I hugged her back. "Shanor, I was rescued by a great warrior. She is now our village shaman and she banished the old shaman."Shanor looked at me blankly. "She?"I nodded and pointed over to where Laura was checking over the men on the floor. "She is sooo big? What is she?. I found videos that explained how to make a mold of my face and decided Iwould start there. I got the materials (fortunately they weren't veryexpensive considering the quantity I would need) and went through thesteps until I felt I was ready, then I began. I figured that if I had amould of my face to start with, I could work out the details later.Several hours (and many tries) later, there it was: a cast of my face.It looked odd-- I wasn't used to seeing my own face anywhere but amirror. . I saw a doctor today and got some pills.” She kissed me again. “I want to take a small chance right now.” She sat up and began moving her hips experimentally. “Mmmm. I think ... if I ... yeah...” Her pussy clamped down on me. Oh my, it felt good. She began to move again and, well, it was just too good. She sighed. “Oh, yes...” and laid back on top of me. “We’re married,” she said.“I suppose we are,” I smiled. “We’ll still have a wedding, though.”“Yes, please. Are you wondering why? I mean, why.