It was her most treasured possession, and she guarded it with zeal. It increased her efficiency at sewing greatly over using a bone awl or needle, and...she also took charge of my iron awl as well. I was happy to leave it to her, as she kept me in clothing, and that in good repair. She was a seamstress, a cobbler, a cook and a wife! Not to mention, she knew all the remedies and notions, and the roots and fruits of the earth.I made a spear of a type not seen before, a boar spear, very stout, ten. I gasped but didn't move to stop him. Hishands became bolder, inching their way towards my nipples. Iinstinctively arched my back, lifting slightly from the chaise, to makeit easier for his hands to fully grasp my breasts. I looked down to mychest, thrilled by the sight of this young man's big hands gripping ontomy even larger breasts. He continued to play with my breasts, squeezingthe soft and bouncy flesh and gently pinching and pulling at my nipples.My back was now pressed up hard against. "Don't you dare cum anywhere but deep inside my fucking asshole." she ordered me.I was ready to cum.I aimed. She spread her ass wider. The 4" tunnel could've swallowed my whole fist. I came and watched as my cum landed deep insider her ruined anus."More! More! I know you got a lot more in you. I want it all you son of a whore!" she cursed me.I kept cumming and watched her anus fill with my sperm.Then I fell on top of her."Feed me your cum." she told me, still holding her hips apart.I put my. Only our hometown, Masonville Gazette, had us picked to win our game. One paper even predicted that this game would be the beginning of the end for The Dalton Gang. Of course, that article was printed in the Stratford Guardian.We had already been out on the field for our pregame stretches and warmups. I was dressed, sitting on the bench while our manager taped my shoes on, when Coach Chad came over and sat down close beside me.“Dalton, you’ve been quiet all week during practice – are you.