Next thing I know, I'm going to be observing the presentation to the President." Anything else?"Melody giggled. "I think he likes me, too. Not sure, b...t, well, if he does, I'm going to take advantage of his interest if it can get me stories like this." That's cool, just don't lead him along or anything." I won't, don't worry." So when do you have to be at the White House?"Melody glanced at the temporal marker in her purse. "I should probably head out." Well, good luck!" Thanks.In virtually no. His hands moved over my back and caressed my buttocks. I leaned further over the tree and the speed of his fucking increased. "I can hardly wait" he gasped. He put one leg on the log beside me to change his angle of attack and really began to pound away at me. I could feel him thickening further inside me. He was working me so hard my chest was being crushed against the log but I didn't care. Suddenly he stopped. "I want to see your face when I come". he said. He slowly pulled out of me and. .. a serf was bound to the land and what ever Duke, or Baron owned the land.Nikolai Post, Post is a Russian name, Nikolai was sent to Alaska to trap and work about the trading post on the Russian River.The Russian is tributary to Skilak Lake on the Kenai Peninsula. Skilak Lake feeds the Kenai River which mouths or feeds fresh water to Cook Inlet ... at ... Kenai, an Alaskan town between Nikiski to the north and Kasilof to the south.Life is hard. Post wasn’t used to easy. Women were imported.. Big tits, a bit chubby, but still with a waist. Henry introduced me to Berta, who happened to be a widow and had no family. She offered us a cup of coffee, which we accepted. Henry left us for a while, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. 10 minutes later he was back. We said goodbye and went back to his place. We talked and at the strike of nine thirty, he asked me to come with him. We were at Berta's dooragain, but this time, Henry took a key from his pocket. She gave it to me in case she.