.. you," she said with a giggle."I don't have enough now?" As much as I disliked standing around while my lady tried on clothes, I absolutely despised...shopping for myself."Not like this!" You're going to have to drive. If you're going to drag me shopping, I'm not going to help you in your abuse."Our first stop was a used clothing store, where Beth had me buy a beat-up black leather jacket and a pair of black engineer boots that looked as if they'd seen better days. Her next stop was at the. The men also helped fill the water trough near the stable so their horses could get a drink before starting back to Statesboro, while Owen signed for the delivery.The firewood was the next item to arrive. They passed the empty feed delivery wagon on the way in. The driver had apparently delivered here previously since he knew where the firewood was kept. He was surprised to see the enlarged Blacksmith shop.“When was that put up?” he asked, as he and a helper started to unload and stack the. " He clucked at his mules and got turned around. The girl ran down, hopped up on a mule's bare back and waved to me as they disappeared.Since gathering information this way had been a dismal failure, I was about to give it up when June presented me with a valuable gift the next afternoon. She strode out into the field where I was working, hand in hand with a Redcoat in knee-high boots and a short, fancy jacket heavy with gold lace on its cuffs. She introduced the ornate stripling to me, batting. . Your cock feels so good inside me... “ I pushed my dick in her to the base, and rotated my hips, making circular motions. My dick explored every inch of her pussy as it prodded into the deepest reaches of her hole. “Ooh... that’s soon good...” I withdrew my dick again, and pushed in. As I pulled out again, it felt as though her pussy didn’t want to let my cock out, and kept sucking it back in. I rammed in again, and she moaned with ecstacy. “Yeah baby, fuck me!” She cried out, getting rid.