In southern small town New Jersey, it’s an acceptable way of letting off steam. It’s just how we talk here. The more we rib someone, the more we l...ve them. It’s people who are nice to you here that really don’t give a shit about you.I own my own business, but that is as much a nightmare as a dream at times. I live in a small town with all the benefits that come from that, as well as all the distractions that come from that. My wife was the most “perfect” part. Yet not even that was perfect. We. "She shook her head in disbelieve but relented when I kissed her on the lips.There was fear and terror in her eyes when she was laying naked on my bed - and maybe something else, too. Hope? Then it was in my mind that I hoped that I could change her mind about this. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her body - her breasts were not big, but they were firm and her hips were not prominent but they were feminine enough, at least to me. Her almost non-existent bush confirmed that she was. Olivia's climax was strong, and he lay her head on the sleeping Cassius, her eyes closed and she fell into whichever dream he was enjoying.I rose to empty my bladder, but Farah halted me."Ira, bring the piss pot," she commanded again.The slave woman did as she was told, taking my penis in her hand, she held it to the throat of the vessel. I had not had the intimate service before, but I let my stream flow."I need the same," Farah told the woman.Ira opened her Mistresses' labia and held the. The stallion was right. All he had to do was mount, think of where he wanted to go ... the horse did the rest. Very smooth, the gallop over the plains to the encampment. The horse made sure he didn't fall or jounce.By the time he was half way home he ceased to concern himself with the ride. Now he worried about the hunters in camp. No one, since he had come to the camp, had even seen a horse closeup. Always from a distance ... always moving away. If it weren't for the dust, they would be.