"Father, this is my Husband to be Michael O'Connell, the Grand Master's Grandson," Gretchen said in introduction. "And these are my Co-wives, Shannon ...nd Clare." Gretchen's Father stared at her in shock and amazement at this revelation. His mouth had fallen open, and he was unable to speak for a time."Daughter, Gretchen, are you sure of that statement?" he managed to ask after a short time."Oh yes, Father. I am absolutely certain of it. Michael's Mother is the Grand Master's Daughter by his. .yes''looking up at her removing his tshirt , pulling on his pantsletting himself undress by this sexy women''oh this is a very cute boy''naked his lil 5inch up already wet drippingshe always love to do this way too muchcarefully lifting the boy feet in the strings the little pink pouch sliding up all the way hidding it perfectly-little cockprinted on the front made all of them so shy as they see the words and pouch they are slipped ini look at her sliding it not understanding my cock and balls. I fought through my embarrassment and called 9-1-1. Being vague, I only told the operator I had a sticky situation requiring immediate medical attention. Five minutes later I heard the sirens outside. Quick ambulance service. Just one of the perks of being Caucasian in the new South. My lone remaining hope was for blind, elderly, female paramedics. So, of course, it was two young males who were Billy Idol fans apparently since they burst into loud rebel yells upon discovering my lurid. It was funny no longer. Noting the coating of ice, he knew his life would be on the line. True to the Code of a Vermont Mountain Man, he vowed that he would find and save this person, or he would die trying. He carefully dressed, and put on small four point ice creepers to the bottom to his boots. They were not much, but they might help. Bo was posturing like a dog wanting to go out as Buck emerged from the tent. Buck followed him to the base of the cliff ledges. Barely through the sheets of.