When the poet-king, Ucaf Uddaul, celebrates the charms of the queen of Ahmehnagara, he speaks thus:"Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircl... the harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her. But he shook his head ‘No’. Solei pouted but complied. She rose from him and let his semi-deflated erection fall out with a gush of white spunk. They abandoned their clothes where they lay and exited the grotto through the waterfall. The rest of the afternoon was spent in pool play. Luna and Estela joined them late in the afternoon until dusk. Mack asked about Joan. She would be back soon. Paulo was taking her on a tour of the jungle trails and the highlands overlook. A beach side bonfire roast. Jack could simply not resist the temptation any longer; he shuffled over and took up position in between her open legs and then he buried his face in her hot chocolate sex. He commenced feasting on her cunt with tender the licks of his tongue. He licked and probed her sex teasing her lips apart and exploring her moist folds. Adora was recalled from the land of tranquil, dreamless sleep, and then held in suspense in the twilight zone between the world of dreams and reality. Her moans were soft. She got in her dark green Lincoln and sped off.Over the next eight days, Angela kept a discreet stake out on that door stoop, finding out Shirley's timing. Most of the time Shirley was inside. When she was out, she would be gone for a few hours during the late afternoon and evening. She would return and stay.Unless someone was always inside, Angela quickly realized that Shirley was mostly alone. At least by late evening. Once business had been transacted the visitors would depart. In that eight.