I have had considerable military experience in fighting with the knife, so I may well be of some use in the current war. Please tell me more about wha... is going on in this area." Well, to start from the beginning, King Phillip, or Metacom, to use his heathen Wampanoag name, started this war to force us God-fearing Puritans to return to England. Of course, we can't do that, for it would go against God's Holy Command to show these heathens the error of their ways. Some have converted to the true. " Wendy confessed, "I like Neiman Marcus or Arbaugh's. If I must wear jeans, I want only Levis."Charles ... we, David and I, have a great deal of money and I want to spend some of it. I feel it's my duty as an American citizen to spread it around. I want American Made." Don't you think you should save for a rainy day?" Pops asked."Charles, we have a few million dollars ... it's tax paid. How much rain were you planing on us saving for? The Bank is paying 5% on Savings. 5% of one million is 50. I wanted to see what it was like, that's all,” I replied. “What are you doing here?”He laughed again. “I would have thought that was obvious,” he said. “I'm here to fuck.”I forced a nervous laugh.“You just here to see what it's like? Or you here to fuck, too?” he asked me.“I'm not sure,” I said softly.“You know, you can drop the towel,” he said. “Anyway, I saw you naked as you walked in.”Not wanting to look stupid and shy, I slowly pulled the towel away from my body and put it next to me. His. I’ve missed you and want to taste you!’Judy grinned, quickly sliding her panties off and throwing them across the room; she straddled me, placing her knees either side of my head, then shuffled forwards, so her delightful cunt was right over my face. She lowered herself down and gave me a cheeky smile. Judy was a natural bottom in the bedroom, but she enjoyed the rare moments when I gave her the illusion of being on top.And my God, I loved her sweet cunt. I loved the smell of her! Unlike my own.