What have you got?” Looking through my bag, ”I’ve packed some dried fruit, salted pork, and some biscuits.” I showed her my offerings. Folding...my jacket, I placed it into the bag.Rooting through her own pack, she lifted out a small loaf of bread, some smoked fish, and a skin of water. “I’d love some of the fruit if you have any to spare.” Handing her some, Flora said, “Thanks!” with a shy smile. I briefly brushed her outstretched hands. They were warm to the touch.“Could you spare some of that. They would find no refuge from the cold, neither physical nor spiritual.Bone weary, the two men plodded, struggling to push their heavy cart through reddish brown mud that seemed determined to bar their way. Neither man could tell exactly how long they’d worked, how many days they’d been at their job. Their toil just seemed to continue on, day after day, without end.Both would agree they were tired, though. Both would agree their muscles ached and bones cried out in pain. Neither was willing to. She put a hand down to hold it to her side, but it still blew up enough to show her delights. This was exciting enough on its own, and I loved how much she was exposing on the sidewalk. Had the night ended there I would have been just as happy, but I was excited and looking forward to getting back to our room. In the room, my wife undressed and put on a red silk robe. The robe is very short and, since my wife is tall, it barely covers her ass. It ties in the front but gaped in various places.. "Do it." She nods excitedly as I feel her body moving more vigorously due to the steady release of sexual chemicals. It's almost as if she can barely notice me getting closer and closer. Normally she's quite the expert at guessing when I'm close but this time, she has no idea. I feel myself almost vibrating inside her, desperate to explode. Time to teach her a lesson about how to speak to her betters. Suddenly, I grip once more onto both of her hips and impale her in a powerful motion, sending.
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