“Stand still” I ordered then ‘Whack’ the cold water hit her from my garden hose, cold, and shocking. She sputtered, but to her credit after he... initial reaction as anyone who gets hit with a stream of cold water, she stood stock still, dripping now but wide awake. I snapped the hose off, and discarded it “come” she followed me to the woodshed, where I tied her wrists to the roof beam. I left her and fetched Paddy, the old grey dog plodding along at my heel, at the woodshed she stood legs. " Thank you," the man replied sighing.He backed up from the speaker and turned to the woman clutching him, his upper arm firmly planted between her breasts."Are you okay, now?" he asked her. He received only a head shake in reply before she thrust herself up against him again, her head buried in his chest. Unsure of what to do with his arms, he settled for gently wrapping them around her and rubbing her back a little bit."What's your name?" he tried again. This time she spoke... her voice. That tiny taste is surprising but spectacular. The slight taste of Martha’s milk, which is still on his tongue, is delicious. He smiles, thinking how lucky his child will be to suckle at his mother’s tits.He hugs Martha to him, her head on his shoulder. Matt softly and slowly fingers her clit. Allowing Martha to build to the ultimate climax gradually, in a gentle way. Not disturbing their awaiting child. Letting her release the inner tensions of the last several months.After Martha’s gasp,. Bella assigned Frank and Becky the task of using the scythe to cut prairie grass for bedding, and to gather wood for a fire that night. She took it upon herself to transfer some cooking utensils from the wagon to the house and then took the shovel to go harvest what could be saved from the garden. In the process she found potatoes, radishes, turnips, onions and some stunted, but edible carrots.Bella carried her treasure back to the house in a basket made of her skirts and told the children to.