"Let me tell you my problem," he said. "It is conventional in my country when a prince comes of age that his father provides him with the pick of the ...omen of the village to become the start of his harem. Naturally we wish to continue the tradition even though we are here in your country, in exile." Naturally," I replied."But here in the west there is little understanding of our customs. I fear that our traditions are not accepted. The ways of our culture are not always honoured here. I believe. I see drawings on the walls – children's drawings. I see you and me sitting on a leather couch. I see a desk in the corner with a computer and some photos in frames. I can't see the photos from here." That's good. That's what I see, too." I thought you were blind." That was your idea, not mine. The mind is an amazing thing. It fills in the blanks. It creates fictions to cover gaps in the reality that it sees. I couldn't see what you could see so your subconscious decided that I must be blind. A. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her pussy, and in a very short time she gave up keeping track of who was doing what. She felt how one hand in her pussy, obviously a male one, was pulled away and it's place was taken by a woman's delicate fingers. Two different hands were exciting her flat belly and pulling up on her skin so she felt the hood of her clit move back to bare the shiny, pink pearl. With a shrill, shivering yell she gave in to her passion as the orgasm raked through her body. The. He had a long-term girlfriend for several decades, too; and she was often with him up there. I think she passed away four or five years ago. I know it’s colder than a witch’s tit in the wintertime. I think the winter temps can be like forty below zero. I’m a warm weather dude; those scare me.”“Maybe at the start of summer you should go up and check it out.”“Good idea. I could get a group together and we could go explore the place. In the meanwhile, I have to process all sorts of paperwork with.