After twenty minutes or so we left the “picada” (foot-path) and struck into a thin bush, till we had walked about a mile. “Look him house, Nchígo house!” said Hotaloya, standing under a tall tree. I saw to my surprise two heaps of dry sticks, which a schoolboy might have ...
inviting them to spank Ty’s pride and joy bubble butt. A few of them seriously get into it, which makes me less bitter toward the ones who momentarily balk at the opportunity to put a hand on Ty’s