He had almost given up hope when his sister had switched to the bottle. But here they were, right before his eyes.He watched, mesmerised, as the water...cascaded over her breasts. His eyes were drawn to her nipples. He couldn’t believe his eyes, they looked big, and so dark. The areolae around them were dark too, in contrast with the milk white skin of the breasts. But the nipples were so big and hard. Unconsciously he licked his lips, imagining taking one of those buds between his lips and. Cheating is complicated. And sometimes, your lover may have other priorities. Priorities that you cannot and should not deny.Repeat after me: It is okay and normal to not be the top priority in the relationship. Say it over and over again. Until your mind maybe starts to believe it. Your heart never will. But maybe, if you can keep the right mindset, your heart won’t break into a zillion pieces every time plans get cancelled or you hear someone talk about their attached.Sometimes the jealousy. I gave him the room number and told him the door would be unlatched. Right on time he opens the door to finf me on the bed waiting.He walks over without saying a word and drops his shorts and pulls my head to it. I love a man that knows what he wants and will take it, Like a good gurl I sucked him and did some nice deep throating till he stops me and tells me to get on my knees. I obey him like the good gurl and hand him some lube and a condom, I love the feeling of a man pushing my skirt up. Surely it was only after great sacrifice and labour she could hope to acquire the skills possessed by a shaman. The shaman was a mysterious figure. She’d not been born in the village. She hadn’t even been born to the Mammoth Hunters’ tribe. She came from a distant Southern land. These were lands where not only the language was different, which was to be expected, but where a person’s skin and hair was of a different colour. Because the shaman’s skin was brown, like clay or river mud, she was.