I cleaned up before going into the house. Even unloading the equipment was a dirty job, but I was used to it. If you are a cleanliness freak then you ...ouldn’t want to be a blacksmith.In the kitchen, I made sandwiches for lunch. I made two for me and one each for Ed and Ashley. Then thinking about it, I got out a can of ready made biscuits, put them on a small cookie sheet, and popped them in my electric, counter top oven. It’s very handy for baking small stuff, especially in the summer when you. “….okay?” she questioned, she seemed a bit concerned. “Huh? I’m sorry?” I asked, trying to regain my composure. “I asked if you were okay, you seem a little uneasy.” “Me? Oh, I’m fine, just thinking…” “About?” “Nothing much, just stuff. Nothing major.” I smiled, hoping to assure her I was fine. “Mhm, so let’s talk about something to pass the time. You pick the topic.” “Okay, umm.” I thought hard, but the only thing that was on my mind at that very moment, no matter how hard I tried was…. So help me, God, Cully."The tears were falling freely by then. Girl remained composed.I had no choice. Everything she said was true."You trust him? He's not a psychopath is he, Girl?" No, I do not believe so. He showed me pictures of his c***d, a little boy. He's divorced. She played around on him with another officer on the force. That guy has since left town, but, she won't return to him. It's over. He's devastated, Cully." Why won't he just let us go then?" It happened so quick. I wanted to. “I,m afraid that,s partly my fault. When I,m really sexy I let him lick me and it turns me on even more. I reward him by rubbing his cock. You,d bevsurprised how much semen a dog shoots!” “No wonder then! But don,t expect me to lick you till you wash it out!” So she had to wash her quim again before I,d touch it. I thought no more about it till about three months later and a surprisingly hot spell in early June and an afternoon Sarah,s parents were away in Somerset visiting friends for a few.