. you can ask your missus.”“You think so?”“Oh, yeah. Look at me. Not yet 35 an’ married twice.”So Richard shaved it (very carefully). None...of the hands gave him a hard time.November was quite wet. Janey had a boy, named Frank, after George Francis Nicklin, the Premier of Queensland. He was happy not to be in the shack.December was wet, too. Mr. Miller said that Emerald had had floods in ‘56 and that the railroad bridge in Alpha had been washed out around Christmas that year. But nothing bad. That was the meat of the issue of Independence and the right of all men to be free.I avoided Valley Forge because I wanted to complete my mission into the past and I confess the thought of shacking up in mud-splashed wooden “Hooch” was not my idea of facing the severity of a brutal winter in the wilderness. The whole thing bothered me as unnecessary because it was only a scant twenty miles from Philadelphia where the British were sleeping in well-constructed colonial houses under the auspices. I wondered if She knew what had happened. i put my head down defensively and started walking back to the room.I quickly sat back at the computer and stared the screen. sarla entered the room to pick up a comb. she was still watching me closely. my erection hadnt died down and she definitely noticed it. i quickly covered my tent with crossing my legs over it. i turned and stared at her face and in a split second i noticed a kind of whimsical smile on her face. she just said nothing and walked. .." I breathed into my wife's ear."Hmmm..." Amy sighed as I pushed her onto her stomach. "What are you doing?" I want to fuck you in the ass," I whispered."Ohhh..." She gave me a little look in the dark and we'd done this before, but not very often. Amy really wasn't into it."Yeah, like that," I said, and while my twenty-three year old wife was obviously not a thirteen year old boy, she did have the most perfectly heart-shaped ass a man could ask for."Why?" she wondered with a giggle, and that.