He stirs under you, loving the feeling of your sex, lightly touching his manhair. His long fingers began to make a slow, torturous trail up your inner...thighs, almost reaching in between your already drenched legs.You reach behind you and grasp his hands tightly. You mutter, “No. Stop.”His eyes flash open suddenly at your refusal. A devilish smile escapes from your lips as you begin your descent slowly down his body.You gently plant kisses down his neck, sucking and nibbling as moans softly rip. We could coat the channel with pitch from the tree sap we were taking. A simple trough could carry plenty of water for use by the stock, etc. I was thinking of a stock pond. We could locate that over by the barn. That would be easier than carrying the feed. The wheel would be tricky but I think it would work. I laid out the plans and Hamlin assured me he could handle it. I gave him the OK and let him do it. I'd check in a couple of days on his progress, more to see if I placed my trust in the. Needless to say he went down for the whole load. He plead guilty to six capitol Murders, so there was no question that he did them. The only question was his degree of liability for the crime.In the end the court decided to sentence him to death, then commute it to life without parole. He went to the same prison where I spent my time. He might even go on the same tier where I was. My guess was that if he lived, it would be a hard. Life in a maximum security prison, for a man who had preyed on. I jokingly asked her if she'd model one of the bikinis. We both laughed but then she asked if I really wanted her to. I said of course. She got a hesitant look on her face but then said she would. She grabbed several suits and laid them out in front of her. She held up the first one and asked which on she should try on. I asked her if she could try them all on. She got a thoughtful look on her face then said out loud why not. She stood up and stepped off screen to change into the first bikini.