Louise’s pussy was a mess, the inner lips a swollen, purplish-pink colour, with come, the come that I had just taken such pleasure in putting there,...oozing out, and pooling in the upturned hood of her clitoris, then running down to join the come that was already matted in her pubic hair. I leaned forward and kissed her left buttock, tasting the thin film of sweat, and then I sat back again. Louise turned around to face me, and kneeled on the couch. I guess she knew it wasn’t a good idea to. For a while they both carefully avoided talking about that one final battle, or that one particular old friend, but eventually they reached a point where they couldn't ignore it any longer."You know that it was five years ago tomorrow, right?" Willow reminded.Satsu hadn't realized that. She'd done her best to put that part of her life completely out of her mind, in fact, but now here was part of it back again, sitting there on her sofa. Satsu felt the old wounds on her heart threatening to. I ran as fast as my ankle boots would take me, fast away from the red and blue flashing lights which made the night wear an ugly, purple bruise. Sand and rock crunched underfoot and I wondered if they caught Jed. After all, he was the one who had the d**gs on him. I feverishly continued my grueling pace to the quarry. I was not lost and definitely alone. “The ‘cats’ will make a great hiding spot!”, I thought. It filled me with hope to picture the now-still bobcats and other earth-moving. At first, they weren’t doing a good job of chopping the stalks into pieces, so we loaded them down with heavy concrete house blocks which made the blades cut through the green stalks and chop them into pieces.We loaded five refrigerator cars a day, seven days a week, for three weeks. When we finished the harvest, the manager at the produce company in Springfield called to tell us that we had broken the record for bushels per acre, on table-corn, during the harvest of our seven hundred acres of.