But agree he did, offering to instruct the other six boys in tree- house construction just as they'd planned to do originally.Natalie felt angry and b...trayed. It was all she could do to keep her composure as she led the six adolescents from her morning class on the hour-long climb up the hill in back of the camp. Stuart Brooks followed along almost silently, speaking only to show the young teacher where to turn to get to the spot he had in mind.They reached the wooded area half-way up the hill. But our Russian friend down here is stilllaughing hysterically." There was a moment of silence. "We've toldeveryone what you said was 'You mother-loving, donut-eating swine'."Mission control said. "Not that you were polite about it."Ludmilla snarled wordlessly, and took the other boxes out. They hadnot been opened. "No one touches these!" She snarled, glaring intoeach face. "I brought enough so the next crew could have one each. Youtouch them and..." She growled something even worse in. Even when I have treated their father with nothing but respect in the children's presence, the kids have started to point fingers. They may have overheard something or jumped to a conclusion or just misunderstand. All I can do is gently correct the facts, remind them that I love them no matter what, and do my best not to take it personally. I know children go through their own grieving and sorting-out process and this is just part of it. But God it hurts when my children have taken sides. The black guy wasted no time and he reached his hands to my hip.He slowly slid his fingers and pulled down my thong.Watching at my exposed swollen cunt sent him for sure to the edge; because he suddenly spurted wave after wave of warm semen onto my bare buttocks.I sucked the married man right into my throat with renewed vigour, squeezing his balls and rubbing what was out of my wet mouth. He felt himself nearing the edge and then he grabbed my hair with both hands as he went over it. Thrusting.