.on my style …can u agree?”he ask me…..look thats man coled my wife to bitch .i cant do nothing od…go herd..ok..now you can fuck any way..ok g... and fuck her …i am also now angry.he trow out her towel..look ..a saw.his cock back to hardness this time its color dark red..its top.very brigtend. He want to closer her ..” hyi…bitch you wanted fuck again…he ……yeas… I do.she sat no the bed …he put one hand around her nick & pull her face to his cock he commend ” open mouth bitch..””suck my. . do you know I actually caught two of them urinating against out back wall...”“Good grief! Did you? What did you do?” asked a visibly shocked turning angry Floris, dropping her fork, which Belle got up, scuttled round to pick up after wiping on her apron. The house owner inspected the cutlery closely before wiping it herself on the edge of the linen tablecloth and continuing her meal. Belle knew better than to tell Floris piss had drenched some of the produce, knowing she had taken care of. As we drink I begin to feel your knickerless pussy under your mini skirt. “No not here you protest people may see us”“Like you really care if people see us” I laugh. I know you love an audience. A couple of men at the bar look over and notice what we are up to. They come over and introduce themselves as Tim and Pete. “May we join you they” ask? “Sure grab a seat” I say They sit opposite you and we begin chatting they can't seem to take their eyes of you. As I go to the toilet I whisper in your. Hagen could take no more. He quietly withdrew from his observation point and then fled up the mountainside to the safety of his saw mill. After that Ada returned to the glen often, but Pete was never there. By midsummer she managed to unobtrusively mention to several of the men from the saw mill who came down to the emporium in Slater that she hadn’t seen the man who had driven her family to Colorado around for some time. None of the men could pinpoint when Pete had disappeared, but they all.