”I slid my right hand between her legs and cupped her neatly trimmed fur in the palm of my hand.Spreading my fingers as wide apart as I could, I use... my thumb and little finger to caress her inner thighs as I slid my remaining fingers in and out. We gazed intently into each other’s eyes as we teased each other’s desire to higher levels.The intensity of Alice’s gaze was penetrating, and I stared back at her with equal concentration as we waged a battle for control. I slid my fingertips, and her. ”Vicki was massaging his shoulders, bent over to give the others a clear view of her boobs down to the bra line. “Uh-uh, we know where that would end up.”“Exactly,” Dave replied with a straight face.Peter pulled me over by the waist. “Sit on my lap to bring me some luck.” He snuggled me on one knee while Hank dealt out the next hand.I didn’t really understand the game, but it was mostly like you see in movies, taking more cards and throwing bills into the pile in the middle of the table. When. Abigail nodded and knelt by the woman in the burqa. The woman's face was completely covered by her veil and she was lying curled in a fetal position. Her screams had faded to a rhythmic whimper.Abigail put her hand on the woman's shoulder and spoke in a calm voice. "You have to come with us. We have to leave now."There didn't seem to be a response. Abigail reached across and detached the head veil from the burqa. Underneath was a large mop of reddish hair held in a loose ponytail. Abigail. Since I was a little girl, I wanted to share the Goddess’ love with the world, but people were more interested in church doctrine and money than love. My fate was sealed. During the next few weeks, I resigned from the church, I divorced Johan, leaving a sexless and childless marriage behind; sold the little I had and found myself managing a small game ranch of an acquaintance of friend of mine, called Koos. Investing everything I had in my continued education as a hands-on would-be ecologist,.