Perhaps he'll bring back some acid too. Then like that Byrds song, we'll be 'five miles high!'Monday, August 28No visitors today. Just me. And I was s...ivering a bit. But I promised myself not to put on a stitch of clothing till Sam and Bill came back. Not that there's anyone to check on me, if I did. This cottage is miles from anywhere. It's a wonder it's even got electricity. There are a few sheep, I suppose. But sheep aren't my scene. And even Bill, who's tried everything, now, I think, would. Fair enough. If we did the closed-circuit thing, I would make sure I mentioned the help he had been and how he was making the rounds.As always, we invited my family (what there was of it) and Marilyn’s family (as many as wanted to come), along with some of my friends from back home. Tusker and Tessa came down, as did Bucky, who escorted both the girls. Charlie brought a blonde model he had met at a bike race. Jake Eisenstein, Jr. came with his wife. Marilyn and I attended a combination Maryland. He slides her panties down as his mouth travels down her stomach. Her hands on his shoulders. As he moves down her body, her legs open to him. His fingers lightly touch her, making her breath catch. He settles between her thick thighs, his breath warm on her moist sensitive skin. As his lips lightly brush her skin she closes her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the things he does to her. As his fingers slip between her lips she moans softly. He continues to tease her with his fingers until her. We had a nice trip. Swan killed a turkey the second day and we had roast turkey for the next few meals. I like turkey.When we got to the trading post, the girls went to visit everyone first, and then they went to buy out the store.I went to see Mr. Weiss. He said that he had purchased the machinery to manufacture ammunition. He had ordered a supply of brass, caps, powder and lead. He had also manufactured several of the Gatling guns, and long-range rifles. Box magazines had been received for.