It's not that peasants are bad people of course, they just don't have the intelligence to escape their plight.Of course I was one once. I just happene... to be born with a particularly ample bosom, and the brains behind it to land a worthwhile husband. I married him and his wealth at 18 years, and I've never looked back. That's my story, and I stick to it. After all, a lady must have some secrets.I told my entourage to stay on the trireme and await my return. The men voiced their protest; my. I definitely wondered what might have happened if they hadn’t been there. It’s not like it’s very hard to break into that house or something. And those first few days especially, it was crazy.’ ‘As we were eating muffins and drinking coffee, we were watching the scene outside, with CNN playing in the background. ‘Which was really weird, because we were looking out from the window, and CNN kept going back to the view of my front door. No need for a security camera when you got CNN I guess! . Every hole now filled with thrusting tentacles, eggs moving relentlessly inside me, I hurtled closer and closer to the edge. The baby plants churned and vibrated with newfound vigor. Almost there, it told me. Here they come. I shook and moaned helplessly around the thick shaft. So fucking close&hellip,oh God so close&hellip, Then the eggs burst within me, and rush of hot liquid flowed from between my legs. I screamed with pleasure as the first of the thick, young plants forced its way past my. Ironically, or maybe not, it's the female part of thepopulation totally in control of this.54. I am an avid amateur seamstress and recently began taking mygurl to sewing classes with me. (She got some funny looks atfirst but has since become "one of the girls" and fits in well.She started going to class looking gradually more femme andseems to have been accepted by the class. She caused a fewraised eyebrows the first time she wore a bra but nothing sincethen.) I make many of my own things as it.