++++++ My trial was fast approaching: three days to go, six months since the allegations were made. My divorce was final, my wife had washed her hands...of me, completely. Not even a claim on the house. My attorney was parsing every word in the case file. “Can you add anything?” he asked. I shook my head. His look told me it was futile. ++++++ The trial had begun. The first three days were over, the “victim” had told her story, and it had been corroborated by a friend of hers, a little cunt named. I know. She forgets about her book and starts daydreaming, her eyes glazing over, her lips slightly parted. I watch her. She starts back into awareness, and looks around, puzzled and bewildered. Looks like she missed her stop. Indeed, the train is entering a long stretch without any stops, and that will take her to a part of the city where no tourists go.She stands up and walks up and down the car, giving me a chance to admire her wide hips and fat round ass. I decide that she is ripe for an. Now, figure out the time investment in each crop and add them together. Are there enough hours in the day? Sure as hell not for one person! Add to this the maintenance tasks around the farm and caring for any chickens or pigs. You'll never retire. You'll die in your tracks and they'll dig a hole, roll you over and cover up what's left of you. There'll be one hell of a feast at your wake, though! Think of all that food you've put away for the occasion!On the other hand we can get others to help.. This obviously older but extremely hot woman had my cock standing tall in my chinos. It was at that point that she finished rinsing her hair and wiped the water from her eyes. When she saw me she gave a loud shriek and a start. The quick movement of her foot caused her to slip and she landed on her pretty ass on the hard porcelain.I dropped the curtain and backed away. "I'm sorry!" I called to her. "I just wanted to see who was using our shower." Fuck! I don't give a flying fuck what you.