Money House Blessing Indian Fruit Spray の小説・ストーリー

Susan said, looking over to where the French people were all getting a massage by two staff members. "It certainly does," Krista agreed, noticing one of the male staff members massaging the cock and balls of one of the men. "I hope that you have had a nice nap," Mahana said as she approached with a bamboo tray and three tall glasses filled with a reddish-orange liquid. "This will refresh you," she said, handing each of them a glass. "It is guava, papaya, pineapple, and passionfruit juices with some lime and gingko root to enhance sexual prowess," she explained.

I put the rattan basket that my mother gave me, on the table. Herbal supplement package for the bride from Jamu Super Ratu, I smiled reading it. It’s contains honey, liquid herbal medicine, powdered herbal medicine, there are even tablets. I haven't had a chance to touch it yet. At their current age, Mother and Great Madame could still think of everything for her son, even the smallest things, like this. Forget about their coercion. What touched me was the intention.

“I wish there were other ways to do this.” Samantha didn’t answer, and then I remembered something, so I fished something from the rucksack I was carrying on my back and then handed the bottles to her. “Here. This is the Moongrass juice. It can temporarily protect the kids from the miasma and other poisons and curses that might be inside the mausoleum. This will help them be immune for an hour or so.”