Jim bought a load of books, mostly for Rose and Sam, to further their education. A three-volume encyclopedia from 1861 was packed in wax paper, and so...were a number of treatises on courteous conduct and a French textbook.He also found a gunsmith who sighted in both Jim's rifles and provided Jim with three hundred rounds for his Henry rifle. The gunsmith also had the relatively new Colt Army revolver, in .44 caliber. This was a far more powerful weapon than the Navy Colt. Jim bought four of. He knew the hyper-awareness was unnecessary, but it was a part of the moderate PTSD he was learning to deal with. Tim almost never spotted anything worth his attention, but this time he noticed a young woman sitting behind the wheel of a car, idling across the street from his house. Not only was she watching him, she was talking on a cell phone and to his somewhat paranoid eye it sure looked as if she was talking about him. Tim kept an eye on her as he hobbled up the walk to his front door. . Her screams were muffled by my hand. I pressed my two middle fingers into her open, screaming mouth, and she quickly closed it around them to suck wantonly at the digits. I bit down on my own gravelly snarl as I came, thrusting deep and hard, my cock driving into her flooded core. My cum spurted thick and hot into her, splashing into the milking tunnel of my dear slave’s hungry little pussy, filling her with my seed and making her cum even harder than before. Jess collapsed against the dryer,. As I was telling, only three years have passed since my bro left. And I was extremely happy after getting a job which makes even the toppers of my university drool and envy me. After some more time I was bored and went to make a cappuccino for me. Being a girl dominated family (after bro left), we (that’s me and my mom) wore almost nothing in the house. But strangely enough, it didn’t arouse any of us. Like my mom would come out of the bath in the nude toweling her hair and order me to make her.