A roast – beef in that case – Yorkshire pudding, roast and mashed potatoes, seasonal vegetables, gravy, sometimes a sauce with the veg. There was ...ittle opportunity for chatter as we set to, nor, after that, for the rhubarb and apple crumble and ice-cream to follow. A smooth Merlot with the beef and Port after the meal left us all pretty mellow as we adjourned to the lounge. As Dora was sitting, however, Dad produced a wooden case from behind the sofa.“Dora, this is for you to use, on. Then he ran it down the narrow valley between her milk white breasts. With a lewd, savage cry of youth, he fastened his teeth harshly onto the small bud of a nipple while Kathy recoiled in anguished pleasure. She began to struggle feebly again, her naked flesh squirming up against the hard lean young body that pinned her down, vainly seeking to push him away."Stop, please stop," sobbed Kathy."You don't want me to stop, and you know it. I'll bet that old man of yours hasn't given you a piece of. I’d take my firewood wherever I could get it. Then I started carving a cabin out of the side of the cliff, protected by the over hang. I experimented until I could produce four inch by eight inch by eight foot stone planks. I dragged them off to one side, then built a little shed to use as an outhouse. I had to make the tools to make my tools to move and stack the stone. I used planed-off timber to slide the stone beams around, then more timbers set on an angle to raise each beam to the next. “More, Collin!” she growled into my ear, “I need this so fucking bad and you feel so damn good inside of me. Fuck me hard! Please fuck me hard! Do wicked things to me, Collin. Make me do wicked things!”Hell, I thought I was! But if she wanted it rough, well then, rough was what she would get. I’ve learned that when you give the boss what she wants she’s happier, and a happy boss is a forgiving boss. I waited until she had stopped climaxing, and then roughly pushed her off of me. From the.