”“What do you mean ‘no’, Mike? Maybe you should ask Amelia what she wants.”“No. I’m her guardian and I’m telling you, no. She’s four...een years old, for God’s sake!”Peter grew firm. “I’m going to talk to her. Is she awake?”Drawing a deep breath, I tried again. “Peter, she’s still a kid. She doesn’t need this distraction. Her plate is full as is. And I don’t want her in the spotlight so young. It never works.”Peter was silent for a moment. “Okay. I’ll brush off all the calls.”“Thank you. Anything. Taylor took a few moments to answer as she was busy unbuttoning the top three buttons on her long-sleeved azure blue satin blouse, and also because she wasn’t paying full attention to what the woman with the short brown hair was doing.“Oh, erm. I hadn’t thought of a number, Auntie Pauline. Perhaps just spank his naughty bottom until you are satisfied that he has learned his lesson. Perhaps spank him for all those times you’ve “had” to give him a detention for his bad behaviour?” Wendy. 7 July 1775.I was due to be wed to Miss. Heather MacLeod. She is a year younger thanme. Her family had large apple orchards plus a small tavern. Their tavernwas about to be closed. Her parents had died and her two older brothersConner and Duncun were off fighting the Crown with some the miltia units.By our marriage, her families holdings could be kept safe. Mother wasproud and happy for Heather and me.20 September 1775Heather told me today that she is with child. Soon I will have my firstborn.. . and as Jack picked up his pace ... she was completely aroused by his deep penetration. She looked over her shoulder ... and moaned at her new young stud. The sight of Jack ramming his sex pole into her cunt looked hotter. The visual was made even more stunning ... as she glanced at a specially place mirror next to the couch. She had placed it there years ago ... and it had been witness to some intense ramming on Mr. Larson's part in it's time. It was a slow rhythm initially ... but once Jack.