‘Hey, you don’t mind if I borrow your cell phone, do you?’ Jesse asked. ‘Sure,’ I said, heading to unlock my apartment. ‘Hey, you don’t ...ave to stand out here in the cold. Come on in,’ I offered. ‘Thanks,’ he muttered as he followed me inside. I finished unlocking my door and turned around. ‘By the way, do you know anything about- I stopped as Jesse jerked his gaze toward my face. I caught him staring at my legs and my ass. Too slow. Poor boy. I was torturing him. I went inside and clicked the. Just one of many intriguing interesting things he noticed, when he lived near those European 'iso-glosic lines' with his folks,and siblings less than a mile from the German border. 'Iso-glossic' lines are there, where 'linguistic lines' of differences between Dutch & German or Polish meet and cross like in 'Limburg' on both sides of Maas-river bordering Belgium - less than five miles from his parents place. "Holland at it narrowest is where I grew up 'n went to schools till age twenty".Teaching. She peeled it over my shouldersand threw it over the chair. I was naked. Embarrassingly, I realised; I waspleased to be naked. I loved it. I remembered to breathe. My breasts rose andfell, trembled, nipples hard. Slowly she slid her hands down to them and startedto knead very softly. A whispered moan escaped from me. She tweaked my nipples,slowly yet gradually increasing the pressure on them until I was grunting softlywith something I couldn't differentiate between pleasure and pain. She. Serves fourHunter's Venison Casserole2cupsButtery, MashedPotatoes1lbLean, GroundVenison1tblCanola Oil1ChoppedRed Onion2clovesMincedGarlic2stalksDicedCelery½cupDicedRed Bell Pepper1tblWorcestershire½tspSalt¼tspCourse GroundBlack Pepper2largeBeatenEggs1cupCottage Cheese2DicedBeefsteak Tomatoes½cupShreddedColby Jack Cheese½cupShreddedCheddar Cheese1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 °C).2. Spread mashed potatoes evenly in a 2-quart casserole dish; set aside. Brown the venison in a large skillet.