I’m hungry for oatmeal with cimmimum and raisins.” Margaret smiled.“The word is cinn-a-mon, my little love.” I said.“I know. I was joking. B...ossom Mom told me it was funny to say it that way.”I looked at Blossom and her two empty breasts and I was so tempted to suggest to Margaret that we each take one of Blossom’s nipples, instead I opened my mouth and laughed.“Good joke. Let’s go down and have oatmeal with cimmimum and raisums.” I mispronounced both words and that made Margaret react with a. Finally she relaxed and – with just little movements in and out – became fully lubricated and stretched so I was eventually able to push my whole length into her. Again I waited and then started slow long shafting. She was so tight that – with a few full-length strokes – I felt my balls boil and with a cry, I had a very intense ejaculation. I stayed hilted in her until I softened. When I slipped out there was a mixture of her juices and a little blood oozing from her onto the sheet. She. We have many floors to go yet. I stand there in the middle of the floor and we begin our ascent to our destination. I can smell the scent of his cologne as it wafts over my shoulder. Very manly and extremely seductive was the scent from his cologne. It made my mind wander with the allure from his scent. I hear the tap of his attaché case as he sets it on the floor behind me and off to his side. Suddenly, I feel his arm slowly reach around my waist and give me a slight tug backwards and I. “It’s simple, really,” she thought to me, somewhat sheepishly. “You did not die when A’komi slipped the ring on your finger.”I unconsciously shuddered as I recalled her telling me how I could have died when A’komi slipped the ring on my finger and decided to take a short break.Looking out from the mountain where I had settled on a convenient log, I stared at the sea as I considered details of her story that I had not considered before.Paramount among them was why I hadn’t died when A’komi.