“Here, you can see the animus. Just like the Mormons and the Christians.”“What shall we do with this boy whom Suzanne has brought to us, wife?�... asked Jan of me that day while both the children lay asleep.“Do with him, husband!” I answered; “we shall keep him; he is the Lord’s gift.”“He is English, and I hate the English,” said Jan, looking down.“English or Dutch, husband, he is of noble blood, and the Lord’s gift, and to turn him away would be to turn away our luck.”“But how if his people come. Go away, now, before I do something that we will both regret. You have certainly made my day!”I know when I have been dismissed, so I scooted out before I got into some kind of trouble. I rushed back to my friends, and started my sales pitch to Tracker and Hunter. It was Hunter who interrupted. “Ojif, my friend, you do not have to sell us on the idea of joining the Rangers. Our wives have already sold us on the idea. Tracker and I pride ourselves on being intelligent, and only an ignorant fool. It sounds like you’ve arranged it already. I’ll hear all about on Monday evening!” he finally accepted.“He also sent a few photos in an email of the time in the camper van. They’re very explicit and I understand if you didn’t want to see them!”“Fucking hell I’d love to see them!” He roared.I opened my laptop and waited for the operating system to load.Clicking on the desktop folder where I had downloaded the pictures, I looked over to him and said “I’ll understand if you’re upset, but you told. Beth gasped and moaned as the overpowering sensations crashed into her from all sides. Ann kissed her way down Beth's smooth belly with agonising slowness seemly determined to plant her lips everywhere but one the one place Beth so desperately needed her to.Ann finally arrived at the hem of her soaked panties. She pulled her hand free causing Beth to moan in frustration. Ann sighed softly. Of course her pussy would be beautiful; it couldn't be any other way.Ann pulled the panties down and off.