No drama with anyone. No need to make profit or compete. You can have everything you want from food, to water, to friends, to having fun, you name it....When it was starting to get darker I notice my feet hurt. Since I was wearing sandals I wasn't used to walking all day with shoes that are not the best to walk in for hours. Sitting down by my tent and commenting how sore my feet are I noticed to beautiful women walk over toward me. One with blond hair which was braided, a headband, and had. She continued by saying that Svensson is a typical farm-hand name from the days when a son got his fathers first name together with "son" as his last name. Then she went on by saying the she had expected something better for Rebecca since her other daughter, Natalie, was going to marry a fine man from a noble family.I had heard enough, stood up and said, "Isn't that guy's father a bastard in some distant branch of that family? And what is he --an unemployed parasite on the social welfare. How many times were you groped and actually fucked while you worked at the bar. , A. about 6 different times. , Q. Have your cowboy boots ever been filled w cum? , A. YES. There was once so many people in the bar there just were not enough girls. I was stripped and they passed my boots around and came in them. I got em back really wet and full. Little cum dumpsters. , Q. How many shorts have been ripped to pieces? , A. Probably four pair. I was stripped. I moved closer and closer to her pussy, then detoured up to passionately kiss her, making sure my hard cock slid up from her bare hole to her clit, giving it a slight stroke, then resting my shaft between her lips, moving back and forth. My cock penetrates her ever so slightly, then comes back out. Her moans of pleasure motivate me even more. "She has no idea what's about to hit her", I thought with arrogance.I moved back down and got just close enough to her pussy for her to feel my warm.