Thirty Four
Once again certain deeds hint of change.
This morning Lunda doused me with a bucket of soothing warm water and was particularly heedful in scrubbing me down. Body hair was meticulously removed for the first time in months, a more rudimentary shaving being the norm.
So I feel slightly human while fellating the departing fishermen, many of the younger males seeking a quick blowjob before a day of grueling work, despite having nocturnal intercourse with their wives.
Biando delights in taking me anally, thrusting deeply in precisely timing his spurt of seed. I of course cleanse his entire length before he rights his loin cloth and heads for his boat.
Then it becomes the women’s turn... one by one either riding my permanent erection or sitting over my face. A rather concupiscen
