I don’t give a shit what school, college or fucking money you have or your parents, or whatever. I’ve stayed silent and basically ignored all your...snide little comments. Do you think because I can’t speak up for myself, that I’m completely stupid? Or dumb? Get over yourself and off your posh white high horse Matt, go with whomever you want. Yes. I said whomever. I may come from the rough ends, but my grammar is impeccable, forget the sodding pronunciation.’ She took a deep breath, ignoring the. Barb, grab your knees and pull your legs up to your big titties. I need to shave down between your thighs and I need to make sure you don’t have any hair around your butthole.”Melinda and Laura took photos of her with her legs pulled high and her slick, smooth pussy lips pressed tightly together.“WAIT! I want to spread my legs wide and have a photo of my pussy and my naked, shaved asshole!”We were still laughing when Becky washed her pussy and butt with the washcloth. Barb was laughing too,. It was said that Indians were "fair weather fighters," so they were not surprised to find themselves making whole patrol loops without ever seeing a Comanche. However, there was no question that they would be back in the spring.Eventually, spring of 1858 came around, and so did the Comanches! This started out to be a bad year for Indian raids. John's men fought almost every day, though the fighting was against small bands of 3-6 warriors. Luckily for the Whites, it never seemed to occur to the. "Dinner is served," I shouted loading up the serving dishes. "Dinning room everybody. Sally please take a tray."Soon we were all eating the food. "You are a good cook," said Sally to me."I try," I blushed."No honestly this is very tasty," she returned. My wife and Laura agreed. "Well they say that men do make the best chefs," I laughed.The meal went well and everybody welcomed Sally formally."Laura please help me clean up these dishes," said Sally."It will be your job to clean up after supper,.