"His first thrust caught me off guard and nearly choked me; it was alldownhill from there! Tears formed in my eyes as his cock pushed passedmy tongue ...nd into my throat, making me gag even though I had my mouthwide open and was still able to breathe; just about, not that hecared?His grunts, groans, orders, demands and insults were barely audible tome as his thighs were pressing against my ears. My head held firmly inplace as he began to exert more and more pressure on the back of myhead. My. We still had thousands of troops who needed riding boots, and the crocodile hides were much more durable than regular leather.We left four wagons behind but filled the others with goods for Koumbi. King Reba laughed and told me his wives warned him not to buy so much rum this time. I think he ate half of a bunch of bananas during the five-day trip to Koumbi as we talked and laughed while our lengthy wagon caravan snaked along the dirt road.While we were in Bamako, I had twenty of the empty. Within moments we were a few miles from the college, though Sheila wasn’t slowing up the least bit. Sighing I guessed that she was going to put as many miles between us and them as she could.{As I stated before Roger, what you have done has allowed me to see things that before were confusing at best.} Here I could see Sheila blushing, blushing? I had ... hmmmm ok with all the extra programming that I had seen, along with what she’d had written and added I assumed it was possible.{Roger, I am. With that, they chatted a little more. Susan was quite interested in the planned evacuation and the drive to improve the kids' CAP scores. Jean promised to keep Susan informed if there was anything Susan could do.Bob finally made his way back to his own shop. His wife, Kathy, was holding down the fort with aplomb. Kathy worked in the shop quite a bit, and ran the place often. The shop was not busy, but it was steady. Bob and Kathy went through their changing of the guard ritual, updating Bob on.