If I didn’t burn it one year, I would the next or the next.I was thirty years old and had more money in the bank than I knew what to do with. I fina...ly decided to take the traditional approach and invest in land. I bought into shoreline properties around Sawyer lake, maybe five miles north of my homestead. I bought into forty acres at about fourteen hundred an acre. It was pretty pricey for the time.The berm made it a lot quieter. I no longer noticed the noise every time a big truck boomed up. “I don’t think I need to instruct you,” Cara said, “nature seems to help us know what to do, but please be gentle, I want this to be something special for both of us.”I looked down and Cara’s panty had covered her pussy. Her fingers pulled the fabric up as she said, “slide your cock between me and the panty, I want to see it inside my panties.”I did as she asked and felt her smooth skin on the underside of my cock, the feeling was nothing like my hand and honestly nothing like her mouth when. He reached down, gripping his calloused hands under Sheria’s arm pits, lifted her up and swung her in one motion to rest her forearms on a short wooden table. She leaned over the sturdy wood as the general stepped between her legs, the tip of his shaft nudging the entrance to her vagina. She groaned and continued to pant from the previous smack-down. A true visionary, he wrapped fingers around her hair at the base of her neck and motioned to the nearest soldier for his dagger ?This we must. "A girl doesn't wear a skirt like that because she knows what she's doing," you pause briefly between each word, quickly circling your thumb, feeling the precum coat the swollen head of my cock. "She wears a skirt like that because she wants a man with strong hands and a big dick to teach her what she's supposed to do."I close my eyes, throw my head back, breathing heavily, completely giving in. "That's what you want, baby? You want to watch me fuck that woman?" No, sweetie. Of course, I don't.