Graydon would learn that Patch had been in the "Great War" and had survived trench warfare and poison gas. He returned home never to speak of it, want...ng only to forget. Patch abandoned his roots in the Ozarks to settle in the high Cascade Mountain country of the Methow Valley.He survived on a small pension and creamery money. He milked several dozen goats out of a herd of more than a hundred, ran their milk through a cream separator, and once a week loaded the cream cans into a battered Model. I slid one hand under her, between her sex and the pillow, and put constant pressure on her clitoris as I continued to tongue her as deeply as I could. Jennifer responded by forcing her body back into my mouth, and as I was able, I would wrap my lips tightly against her and suck in her fragrance, her wetness, and her sex. Jennifer kept spasming slowly, and as I came up to rest my jaw, I realized how ready and open she had become. Her outer lips, which had been such a light-pink color and thin. You are in fact the ahau aren’t you?”The man’s eyes went wide as he bowed to Ambrose nodding his head. “I am honored that you recognize me my lord.” The man quickly turned to the guards whispering to them. Each in turn, turned to stare at Ambrose, his knights and his mates their mouths gaping open.“This is not to leave this room! They are to help us to a new land. Do not displease him!” The man said.Both Twitty and Gleena were staring at Ambrose. They both had patiently waited for him to. Soon it was time to find out whether she could become the woman I craved, one that would cuckold me! I cooked a meal and plied her with plenty of wine which I had laced with vodka. Once I was sure she was feeling merry but not completely out of it, I slid my hand up her skirt as she lay back on the sofa. As I ran my finger over her satin pantied pussy, I took a deep breath and asked her if she ever still thought about other guys and missed the variety. It was make or break time and I was sure.