"Minutes later, you were pumping your hard cock balls deep up my ass. Innocent indeed!"I stared at Aunt blankly."Look, Naser," she continued. "You are...old enough to know this. Innocence is the shell, it is never the core. Sex is a basic instinct, it is there in everybody. It is only covered by a few shells. All shells, whether good or bad, are artificial. If you can cut through the shells, you can get to the core or the real person." If I was fooled by your innocence each of us would now be. My family grew and prospered. Our farm continued to produce well for us, and our livestock flourished. Billy and Nita were both very smart and active. I told them stories, and taught them things they could do. Verine and Erma were very happy. Our bond was so strong that I could point at them at any time. They still came up to me several times a day just to touch me and press their skin to mine. I really didn't mind it and had gotten used to the touching. I had gotten in the habit of holding. I guess I was dazzled by the scenery and forgot where I was.’ ‘Well … I’m here to help. What can I get you?’ ‘Nothing … except … Uhhhmmm … I could use a drink of water,’ she said, eyeing my two bottles. ‘Of course. Please help yourself.’ I passed one of the bottles to her. When her hand touched mine, I felt that tingling feeling again. Shit! Here we go again! ‘Why are you so … wary of me?’ she asked out of the blue. ‘Same short story … same reason for no answer.’ ‘Bullshit!’ she spat without. With that change in plans I decided we would go back to Polokwane and check on the progress first hand. I was sure Marcy wanted to see where all the money was going - and there was a lot of it - and how much was being wasted.With breakfast finished at 0800 and the orders for our jet to be ready to leave when we finished, we were waiting for the two of them to arrive. Marcy, Jenny and Mary Ann were following up on other developments with the crew quarters and bunk buildings. The construction was.