”“It’s Trish, okay.” He leaned in to whisper, conspiratorially looking around as if spies lurked in the bushes. He had to mean Trish, Harlan M...Millan’s younger sister. This was his party and he was known for being protective and violent. It explained the secrecy.“Okay, does anyone know you invited me?”“No, I just told Trish I’d bring someone...”, he looked at me sheepishly but continued, “...someone safe.”Anonymity would protect my reputation. But now I needed to assure his silence and. Check out the original grinding stone."He had a treadle powered grindstone, which must have been as old as the cabin. He took a seat at it and gave me a quick lesson at sharpening. He had put some pants on, but I was still naked as a jaybird, and when I went to sit and sharpen my axe, the spinning grindstone, so near to my crotch and the inside of my thighs had me as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He took pity on me after about a minute of near disastrous effort. He carefully worked her thighs massaging the skin and the underlying muscles relaxing her tired legs. Frequently having to wipe the juice from his dick to stop it dripping on her. As he worked his way down her right leg he had to lean further and further forward; as he did so his rigid member got lower and closer to her lips. As he reached her knees his cock pushed gently at her lips which opened willingly, her tongue reaching out to taste him, her head craning forward from the pillow in an. .. what's wrong?"Paige was suddenly behind us. "Um, was it something I said?"Amber quickly turned back to us, sniffling and wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry. That was terribly rude of me."I shook my head. "It's okay. What just happened?" It's nothing." Clearly, it's not 'nothing'." I'm fine," she stated stubbornly. Sniffling, Amber took a deep breath. And then extending her hand, she said, "Let's start over. I'm Amber. Very pleased to meet you." Paige," the redhead replied, shaking the proffered.