We get our water from a well. The power for the house comes from the road and regular lines. However, I’ll show you the switch to go to the water wh...el generator. Hot water is solar and the well and barn have always been run off the water wheel. No land-line phones and I use a satellite dish for TV. I do have internet service but it’s slow. The cable people didn’t want to run a line for me so I went a different way.”“Taylor, ‘we’ will live here. It’s a lovely house which will be our home. Over. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead her to the discovery of an ancient Sumerian. She had me convinced. I took off my sweats and underwear and unveiled my pasty white, flabby body and posed as if I was a fellow bodybuilder. She reached out, stroking my sagging breasts, telling me they were awesome. I knew she was just being nice, and I could actually feel her strength just from her fingers. I always thought she was lesbian, even after she got married, and now my instincts looked to be right. I really wanted her muscular body all to myself. Just when we were getting to know. Watching your cock, pushing still, I wonder what my limits are. Your fascination arouses me. You’re thrusting fast, and hard, pure frustration is driving you. You want to break your new toy. It doesn’t do much other than accept you ‘quietly’. Harder, and harder, ruthlessly you fuck me. Your cock threatens my cervix and finally, suddenly, I cry out. This one thing, this cry of pain, is enough for you, and you shoot hot juicy cum into my sore pussy, deep.