I leaned against him and I could feel his dick pressing against me as he got hard. He was in ok shape for his age,and the hair on his chest had a touc... of gray. His stomach and groin was completely hairless and his skin felt soft and smooth. Reaching up he moved the shower head down and focused the water to a pulsating stream. He pulled me farther to the back of the rub till the water was splashing on my butt. He told me to spread my legs and lean forward some. When I did he pulled my butt. For once, Francine did me a service. Ann Coulter is like a taller, halfway caffeinated version of Francine. Her first words to me were, ‘So you’re the ice bitch from up north. Why has Sean got you on this time?’ Instead of replying, I did my usual deconstruction. Ann Coulter was attractive and knew it, but she was fifty plus and working harder to show well than she used to. She was chewing gum at a manic rate, so it was probably for nicotine. She was brash and pushy, but under it was a fine. Disciplinary“No way, Jim. Proper action, this time.”Jim had a worn, tired look across his face. A part of her felt sorry for Jim; he was a good man. Two years past retirement age, though, and just looking for an easy life. She reminded herself that this was one of the reasons why women were mistreated in the work place. People like Jim indirectly allowing it by ignorance.“Come on, Julia. It was a comment he never thought she would find out about.”Julia straightened in her seat, bringing her. To the east, a bluff overlooked the river where it curved to the south. The top of the bluff was thirty feet above the river.Setting the wagons in a semi-circle between the coal and the river, we set up camp for the night. Every day, I had let the Sioux warriors practice with both the Enfield rifle and the repeating rifle. Broken Hand, one of the Sioux warriors, quickly surpassed me with the Enfield. By now, I was accurate to nearly four hundred yards. Broken Hand was already hitting targets at.