I noticed the excitement level shoot through the roof with their arrival. The number of wagons surprised me, as did some of the contents.I had expecte... the barrels of moonshine, or corn whiskey. Two thousand bottles of the stuff were a surprise. I guess Mr. Berg intended to put his new bottling equipment to good use and had been a very busy man. In addition to the moonshine, there were kegs of African sorghum beer, kegs of regular beer, and even kegs of mead.The women in Libertyville were. "Look, my cunt is throbbing," she said, opening her legs to reveal a pussy that was lightly topped with curly, but neat, pubic hair. Her outer lips were pudgy, like her belly, but inner lips still poked through. She was right, her pussy was swollen and pink, begging to be serviced. Her clit was large, but not alarmingly so, and white juices ran down from her puckering vagina. "Please," she begged, "Please lick my clit." Intrigued, I obliged, taking small laps of her swollen button. Despite how. Smiling and looking down at the robe on my lap she said, "A little shy are we?"I clutched the robe to my crotch as she helped me to the waiting tub. I sat on the edge of the tub while Tanya pulled my robe off my lap. I saw her glance at my seven or so inch hard cock.... (I don't know if it really happens, but I swear my cock shrunk an inch or so as I got older.) I thought I detected a slight smile on her lips as she looked away.Since I couldn't get my leg cast or the wrap on my right wrist wet. He had bullied people, something totally unsuspected by anyone who knew him. Only once before, in his confrontation with Mrs. Grunewald, had he been so forceful. That had been on Lindsey's behalf, too.As he was pounding on the doors of strangers in the wee hours, the significance of what he was doing hit him. Lindsey had never had anyone but him stand up for her with unquestioning loyalty. She had become the awesome person she was in spite of the constant suspicion, doubt, and unfathomable.