With beautifully sculpted D-cup breasts, and a slim figure with wide hips and firm ass; she was the icon of many men's lust. She was a stay at home mo...her, who occasionally helped out at her husband's congregation. Though being a mother, and 41, she looked like she was in her early 30s. She was just as loving and compassionate as the man she married, and extremely naïve about the more... perverse things in life.There was their oldest daughter, Leah, who was 22. She was almost an exact copy of. Her time of the month was upon her, a few days early, and with it came the unnatural heat that nearly drove her mad.As always, she tried to ignore her body screaming for release, knowing the futility of her resistance. She stepped into the tub — the water always kept clean and of a proper temperature by the servants, night and day — leaned back, and tried to think about what she might do the next day. Colette always felt a little lost when winter came and took her from her garden, which was her. Even in its panic and pain, the south westerly direction overtook any other compulsion in the simple brain of the bovine. Like salmon finding a particular river, the oxen followed a path that took them to lower pastures and away from the worst of the impending winter. It was a trail, blazed on its internal compass and completely irrevocable.But now, it was night, pitch and damp. Stalking, the chase and choosing a safe path ceased when the moon dipped below the horizon and deprived Burr of its. "Hey Decker, can i drink this?" I say to him reaching to my left for a bottle of some bright pink drink. "Yeah sure, whatever you want." He says, grabbing two other drinks next to it - one for himself and "Have this one too, for later" he says. I take the second drink too and he motions for me to follow him. I open my pink drink and follow him through the crowd and outside. "So glad you came! Did you bring any girls?" Decker says as we slow down near a grassy patch on the back lawn. The party.