You always take care of your family.”I could hear him sniffling a little, trying not to cry because he wanted to be grown up. I picked him up, set h...m up on the counter. “It’s okay, little man. I still cry when I’m sad and happy, both. It’s not a problem. Anyone that tells you it is, they’re not right.”“Thank you, Dad. With Stephen leaving again, I have to be the man of the family, until he gets home. But I’m only nine. Grandpa says I need to be strong, but it’s tough.”“I understand. I think. They looked at their local friend and his companion and silently washed their hands and finished putting away their aprons. Carla knelt down on the rubber floor mat and the first man whipped out his fat dick with a head like a conger eel. Carla gasped at the knotted head at the end. It was a brutish looking thing and his blood flow had it sticking out right in her face. She took the knob in her mouth and let it fill her cheeks. Her throat might not take it in the swollen state but, she managed. At ... Kenai, an Alaskan town between Nikiski to the north and Kasilof to the south.Life is hard. Post wasn’t used to easy. Women were imported. Serf met serf ... the bourgeois trader, assigned serf Anna Kasilof to serf Nikolai Post. (Bourgeois. fr. proprietor of the land. French was the language of the educated.)“A man needs a wife,” he said. They had children. Some lived, some died ... the Post name survived. Coming forward a hundred years, the United States bought Alaska.Rather than return. ‘I could always be an escort, there’s a nice underground sex trade going on around here!’ Patrice sighed as Katelyn’s perfectly-manicured fingers slipped into the well of her cunt. Katelyn might not have ready cash, but appearance meant something to her family, so she still had the trappings of wealth that they were willing to provide her. One expense none of the girls was willing to give up was clothing, more specifically, sexy lingerie and shoes. Patrice liked things long and flowing, like.