If Calvin Morrison was a threat to it, he was to be killed.Except, Calvin Morrison had not stood still. He was a genius, and on top of that, a clever,...careful man. He'd shown his new hosts how to make gunpowder, he'd shown them a great many things. Most importantly to the Paracops, he'd constructed a "defense-in-depth" to explain what had happened to him and where he'd come from -- none of which involved the Paratime Secret.For public consumption, he was from the "Winter Kingdom," a mythical. Sure, I’d love to go with you. I bought a new crossbow, and that’ll give me chance to try it out; not that I’ll be any real competition for you or Remy. When did you have in mind?”“Tomorrow morning. You can either come to the house or meet us at the birch tree by the back fence around six in the morning before it gets light. I’ll ask Remy if you can take the first shot, OK?”“It’s a date! See you at the fence. And thanks again for helping with the plowing.”“You know I enjoy working on the farm.. " She quickly started trying to get his belt undone. But she met with frustration. The thing looped strangely, and she started moaning about it. "All right," said Ralph, "let me get this undone for you." He smoothly reached to his own belt and undid it for her. She picked up where she'd left off, pulling his trousers down, exposing the bulge in his underwear. He wore boxer shorts and she had to get his prick clear of the slit in the front. Once she did, she found that just as frustrating. "I. I pushed back, spreading my legs, pulling my shorts and panties down, giving me free access to my pussy, working three fingers inside me, pushing and pulling on myself. My mouth opened and my tongue licked my lips, watching the scene.Using both her hands, she tugged and tugged on his cock. I saw the horse start stamping his rear feet as if impatient, but his cock remained tightly in her hands with her mouth busy working the tip. She got up off the bucket, turned around, and bent over under the.