Meera, being left handed, chose the left bed. She hauled her two large suitcases in from the living room and flopped on the bare mattress, exhausted f...om the journey across campus. Wondering what the view was from her window. Meera stood up, running her fingers through her short straight brown hair. She pulled up the blinds and beheld the pretty inner courtyard of the building on the second floor and she surveyed the people down below with some interest. Just then, she the door opened. Hello?. Bart at the bar-b-que chuckling to himself at the antics of his would-be rivals. The meal, such as it was, was very tasty, fine fish, salad spuds, beans, washed down with a bottle of good wine, started the evening well. Anne and indeed Bart both knew the outcome would be sex, but with who depended on which of the two men would be first past the post. it would prove to be an interesting evening. Over the next bottle Doug produced a pack of cards and suggested a game to pass away the evening.. " Gregg lapped her pie expertly, and her knees were already raising and slamming back down. "I'm married!" she shrieked in joy and exultation. "I'm fucking married!" as she got wet and began dialating. "I know, sweetiepie." her suitor said, in tender support, while lapping in up strokes to her clit. "I know." She was almost cumming, and grasped his hair tight. The closer he brought her to cumming, the tighter she grasped his hair in her fists. He now had his lips wrapped around one of the. When he saw the barn, Peter wondered if he could put in a garden or raise some of those buffalo.“Margaret, where did the owners of this property go?” Peter asked.“They got old. First, George died and a few years later we moved his wife Margaret into the Mountain View Nursing Home. They are both buried near the Ledgerwoods in the Okanogan City Cemetery.” Margaret shared.“I want to go and leave flowers on their grave,” Patty said.“I’ll go with you, Patty” Jenny shared.“Let’s go see your house..