Instead, they gathered the grain, dried it as best as they could, and stored it however they could.If the farmers had grown more than they would need ...o get through the next year, they would put the excess in baskets or bags and sell it. The rest would be kept in a cool dry place, a barn or a cellar or a cave. Then, slowly as they needed it, they would grind what they needed for a couple of days by hand or take a larger amount to the mill.Okay, so this road never saw traffic jams in the fall.. .?Haan to us din beti ki gaand apni jabaan laga kar caatne k baad amar ka man uski kamsin gulaabi gaand maarne ka karne laga halaki abhi uski beti mahaj 15th saal ki thi aur uski choot bhi tel laga kar maarne waali thi par amar to gaand ka rasiya thaAmar== beti ab tu katori ka tel mere lund par laga deReema== ji papaAur fir reema papa k lund par tel lagaane lagi us bechaari ko kya pata tha ki abhi itne pyaar se jis lund par tel laga rahi hai wo lund nahi kisi kasaayi ki churi thi jo kuch der. . I ... I'm gonna cum!"Upon hearing me Adam hesitated for a second too long, so his mouth was still wrapped around my cock when my first spurt of cum blasted out. But he pulled away fast enough after that so the next blast flew between him and Jane. She quickly pulled the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck the remaining spurts out of me. My knees went weak from the intensity of my orgasm. I looked down anxiously but couldn't tell if Adam had swallowed or not, nor if he was pissed. He slaps her clit hard and she apologizes. He slaps her clit again, and again, and again, then one more time as hard as he can. Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, Im so sorry Daddy, she screams almost in tears. He pushes her legs up and towards her head then slams his cock into her pussy and starts pounding her as hard as he can. Shes screaming and moaning, fuck me Daddy, fuck your whore, please use my pussy. His cock is sliding in and out of her while he rubs his thumb against her clit. Im going to.