“Just a passing soldier. I am quite weary from my travels, and require a place to camp tonight. Might you be willing to accompany me? It is quite lo...ely out here in these woods.”“Certainly not! I do not accompany strange men, and my intended would ensure your demise all the same!” she replied with fire in her eyes.“Ah, the old ‘intended’ excuse. Forgive me, but I have heard that story from far too many women over the years, dear lady. All the same, I believe you shall wish to accompany me… if. Boston MA 1997: My G/F and I decided to add some spice to out very adventurous sex life. We went out one night to a alternative club that had a fashion show. Most will call it a drag show, this was a little slice of heaven for her. She played with my cock through my pants as girl after girl strutted, sang a song or lipped it , I should say. After several drinks she proposed a deal she would pick up a special treat for us , if i would have sex with her.Now us having a threesome has happened. ” “I, uh,” I stammered. “That’s what I thought. Go tell Eric you want to go for a walk and meet me outside three blocks down in fifteen minutes. Unless you want me to tell him?” I hated myself for it but I was getting wet as he spoke. “Alright fine. Let’s just get this over with.” ~ ~ ~ I did as I was told and talked to Eric. Of course, he insisted on coming so I told him I was just nervous about meeting everyone and needed some alone time. I walked three blocks and waited in the cold. Finally,. The potatoes that Bryan grew were a variety that most people wouldn't recognize as potatoes. They were slightly more mealy than the typical russet potato, but the main difference was that they were blue in color, through and through. He boiled them with their skins on until they proved to be soft under the prod of a fork, then poured them out into a colander. With a spoon he peeled the soft skins back from the long slender potatoes and dropped them into a bowl. One by one he peeled the blue.