Then we kin put pressure on that feller ta back off. Ifen he backs off, maybe the other one will, too."Josh said, "Y'all would do that fer me? There a...n't no way I could pay ya fer yer effort, soz I couldn't ask y'all ta take the risk." Hell, Josh, Bill an' I hate bullies, soz we would enjoy takin' another bully down a notch. Let us see what we kin do. Maybe we kin he'p, an' maybe we can't. But, at least, we wants ta try." Well, y'all must know that I'm much obliged that y'all would take an. This was probably going to either cause a mass-fucking from her sounds reaching the neighbors on either side, or generate a police report. I briefly considered stuffing her panties in her mouth, but I was too busy sticking my cock through them. And, they looked nice on her. Her fishnet stockings were slick with sweat as I lifted her legs and impaled her over and over. “MY fucking property!” I said, punctuating it with some exclamation points in the shape of my hammering cock. I sucked and bit. By the end of Long Road, I had hoped to introduce the mother figure as the opposite of what the character saw himself as, where she was manipulative and controlling he was more the roll to the punches type of personality with very little cares in the world left after the ultimate betrayal from his girlfriend. Highsider was a completely different story altogether. If you were to look up what this term meant, it’s a very dangerous type of motorcycle accidents where the rider is thrown high above. The lake they were one was actually one of a chain of lakes that were all glacial lakes. The second lake in the chain was surrounded completely by trees and was a tightly enforced no wake zone; this is where Mark naturally liked to fish and swim. Sliding through the channel between the lakes Emily could see why Mark and Kat liked this lake so much. It was beautiful, fairly quiet, and really clear. Not only that, looking at the depth finder in front of Mark she could see that the lake was.