I was trying to be flirtatious and it was sort of a joke. A double entendre if you will. Too obscure?” Carmyn laughs. “Oh. No I guess I was so exc...ted telling you about Angel and me so I missed your joke. Baking, cookies….” Carmyn chuckles as she appreciates John’s attempt at a joke and smiles before continuing with her story about Angel and her and how it all came to be. John is confused to say the least. Taste her cookies? Angel? Angel and Carmyn? Angel was going to be his girlfriend? What in. There was nothing sexual about the violence shed received at his hand. It had been hard for her, sex, arousal and the state of consciousness that came with it were how shed learned to embrace pain. That was what Cassius had taught her after her first beating at the hands of some cruel client shed never seen again. She had a secret suspicion that no one had ever seen that client again. Her brother didnt speak. He just crooked his finger at her and glanced at the floor beside his bed. She bowed. I spent a number of days with my builders and some paper working on designs for a basic wagon. I explained the concept of bearings to them as a way to help axles or wheels turn more efficiently. The builders had ideas of their own and were quickly adapting my own designs, improving on them and getting excited by this new project. The most difficult part seemed to be how we would hitch horses to the wagon as I had never paid that much attention to the details when I watched TV. I did know about. She nestled down and slowly wiggled as if to form a tight, buttface union. Although she was lighter than Olivia, when a girl gets your nose in the pocket of her rear-end, you’re stuck. There was a nice distraction with Carmen. With her smaller ass and with her sometimes lifting and adjusting her position, I could see enough of her panties to know that she was one who had the word “KISS” on hers. I know this sounds weird, but I liked her so much that, yes, I would have kissed her ass if she.