I couldn't ... wouldn't.Was I being selfish? Yes, because I couldn't imagine ever living in a city again. Montana was my home. And what would I do if ... married Becky and we settled somewhere like Atlanta? Be a house husband? I'd go back to school and get my degree but then what? Work in an office? No, my future and my daughter's future were at home on our ranch with Abigail nearby, and Jack and the cats and the horses, and the mountains.Yes, I knew I'd give up Becky before I'd give up my home.. She literally skipped as she hurried forward, joining Phil accompanied by thunderous applause.“As you can see, Meg has become a favorite here on campus. Meg, could you describe what you’ve been doing for the past few months?”She chuckled.“Along with saving your ass several times, I’ve led the third group, where I address the same invisible creatures that Phil does. I speak to them in their own language, addressing their concerns and apply reason and helping them to see that aiding humans. A few weeks ago, I was in the popular opinion that this kind of thing was left to inbred hillbillies, and no normal person would even think about such a thing. For days I scrolled through endless pay-sites and other perverted crap, trying to seek out advice on the subject, hoping that somewhere, somebody could help me, or us. The more disturbing images of young boys and girls with old men and women that I scrolled through, the more disgusted I got, until I came here. Days of looking at this. "Yes baby! Make me cum baby!" She cried out as she felt her body begin to tremble. Frank was panting and his legs buckling as he felt his balls get ready to empty. "Cumming..." was all he managed to croak out as he felt the cum start to flow. The brushes finished and the final rinse began. Frank pulled up and grabbed her legs and spread her as wide as he could. He slammed his cock in again and again, feeling his cock shooting jets of hot cum into her and filling her pussy up. Tina.