The windows were tall with fabric covered cornices and rich, lush draperies cascading down. There was also a beautiful stone fireplace.When she walked...into the bedroom section of the suite again she was struck by its beauty. A large four-poster bed was the prominent feature of the room with elaborate carved posts and an intricately carved headboard. From the rails that connected the posts hung a short flounce. The room again was all in neutrals with elaborate damask patterns on the bedspread. Lola began fucking her best friend.Their small breasts brushed against each other as the girls fucked. Caitlyn felt a strange warmth suffusing her body. The warmth crested and her body tingled... then she climaxed, moaning from the new sensations coursing through her body. Lola felt Caitlyn's pussy spasm on her cock and it drove her over the top her own climax bursting inside her. The hormones used to make her a woman interfered with the development of the testes and she wasn't able to produce. “The property tax on the Montana site was twelve cents an acre, with the property description as ranch and range land. The property tax on the fifteen thousand acres of swamp and bayou was sixty thousand dollars. I guess crawdads, gators, muskrat, and water moccasins added value,” she added with a laugh.I wondered how the land was deemed private property. In Maryland it was the high tide mark - was Louisiana the same? It must be different there with the deeds listing the property as bayou.It. Grace thought of the way kids ran amok in supermarkets, getting the same kind of tired, yappy shout from their parents. It was all too late, she thought. That dog knew it could do what it liked, and nothing the woman squealed was going to make the slightest difference. Her eye was drawn to a man running towards the dog. He was clearly at the end of his run, and was tired. She knew enough about running to see the signs. His head was starting to loll slightly, his arms were falling towards his.