"Joe, give me one of your business card if you want to have some fun. I think that lady is intrigued by what you're packing inside your shorts."He lau...hed. I would love to but my wife would skin me alive if she ever found out. I better not.I hopped into my car and drove up. I guess the roar of the exhaust stopped the guys from going inside after moving the Merc."WOW" was the unanimous verdict as I pulled up.Immediately the questions started and we started talking car when a shrill voice called. One day, near the end of the school year, I cornered one of the guys and started asking what was going on. He avoided answering me until I grabbed his throat and started squeezing. Then he agreed to tell me only one thing:"Next time you have guys for a sleepover, don't drink the hot chocolate your mother gives you, but pretend to be tired, go to bed and pretend sleeping. After half an hour you'll find out what it's all about."Seemed strange what the connection could be between my mother's hot. ” The young lady unintentionally licked her lips.This made Miss Manson smile and also determined to spank Diane Caldwell’s daughter severely.“You dirty girl. I can see that you need a reminder about how a good St. Katherine’s Girl behaves and also about not being such a dirty little slut, don’t you?” Pauline took a mouthful of coffee and smiled at Zofeya.The eighteen-year-old smiled and nodded.“I’m sorry, Auntie Pauline. I don’t know how I managed to send the video to my mummy – I didn’t mean. Previously, I had sent the boy who tended the fire to the stable to have my horses brought up. The stableman and his assistant loaded the saddle pack on the pack horse. I helped Esther mount the mare with the side saddle. Then I mounted my own stallion. As we passed back through the village, a large crowd had gathered. There was much whispering and pointing from the village women when they saw how Esther was dressed. Her beauty was not lost on the men either. We said our goodbyes to the Village.