For some reason I didn’t expect my old English teacher to talk like that, but when she did, I got a kick out of it. As we became more and more comfo...table with each other, I looked more and more forward to our workouts. She talked about Helen too, of course. She mentioned Helen’s same-sex relationships (plural! I only knew about the one with Geri) and how that took some getting used to at first. She said she didn’t think Helen was gay, just open to things, and when a bunch of nurses went to. But my reasons for it are purely selfish."Pete let the conversation die as he enjoyed Wendy's growing talents. With his mother's coaching she soon had him ready to blow. He didn't want to waste his cock butter in her mouth so he pulled her dick sucker off his flesh flute and beckoned her to straddle him.She moved up and quickly had his massive lady dagger sliding comfortably and smoothly up into her tight slick fluttering lust wallet. Pete sucked, licked and played with her soft round pleasure. Suddenly, he was the Viet Cong regular that had over run our position. I was protecting my wounded.My other hand went to his eyes, digging and clawing at the steel gray orbs. He kept pulling them away and when he did, I put my teeth to work on his nose and cheek and ears. He dropped his gun and screamed as I ferociously attacked everything I could touch.One of the first things I learned in hand-to-hand combat was that once you got the enemy in your grip, there were no rules. There were no. "To the south east a tribe traded us some yellow looking nuggets. They said, "Crush it up and use the powder with our medicines." The crushed nuggets burned fairly easily, putting out strange smelling smoke. The crushed nuggets when mixed with healing herbs into a paste product seem to work as salve for rashes, and cuts.After some trial and error, we combined the yellow powder and white powder together and used it on our crops. The results were simply amazing. The corn and wheat crops grew.