She witnesses the expression change in his eyes, and the darkness that clouds over them sends a chill down her spine, and a taboo tingling in her groi.... Then without warning he growls for her to, "Face the wall!" and she cries out as he doesn't even give her a chance to comply, instead spinning her around himself and pressing the full weight of his chest into her back, keeping her still as she utters pathetic whines of protest and squirms her hips around, pushing her round ass up and out. Her beautiful face expressing a mixture of pain and utmost pleasure, eyes closed, eyebrows sloped in a concentrated frown. Her arms propping her body up, hands resting either side of Nate‘s muscular arms . Her wondrous globes of pleasure bulging, swinging over Nate’s chest, nipple to nipple they were. Then, top of the pile was he, Archie! His head just above Sophie’s. his hands gripping onto her hips as he drilled her anal passage.What a sight it was!Sophie opened her eyes and saw her. Patrons of the Last Chance were often lifelong customers. Rarely did a regular cease to visit for any reason other than death, disability, or forced separation. Several patrons present on the last night were second-generation diners and therefore had attained semi-famous status. Many a discussion had examined just who was the current diner with most seniority.On this December 24, the assembled patrons carefully avoided mentioning what the date signified, out of courtesy to those who had no. When her breath returned she said, "You have GOT to come out to the barn. You won't believe what's out there!"This excited the girls and they all went outside to see what the fuss was about. The barn doors were open wide. Waite was dumbfounded when they arrived. The barn was full of stuff. It would take days to sort through it all. But the best of items were right in front of them. It was a brand new Conestoga wagon. It was a match to the one Waite already had. 8 Missouri mules were in the.