Life is hard. Post wasn’t used to easy. Women were imported. Serf met serf ... the bourgeois trader, assigned serf Anna Kasilof to serf Nikolai Post... (Bourgeois. fr. proprietor of the land. French was the language of the educated.)“A man needs a wife,” he said. They had children. Some lived, some died ... the Post name survived. Coming forward a hundred years, the United States bought Alaska.Rather than return to the serfdom of Russia, the Posts fled. All the way to Seattle by canoe. There they. She went over to the CD player and turned the volume down; “it’s a little bit loud” she said; blew us both a kiss and disappeared into her room again.“Better sort out this bed” Emma suggested and we unfolded it to reveal quite a sturdy looking bed although it did creak a bit when you sat on it. The music stopped and Emma changed the CD, “Oh I love this song” she said swaying in front of me “Come and dance with me” “It was a slow smoochy song so I agreed willingly. As I got to Emma she. .. seeing you... in that outfit... always makes me go hard," I managed to say, in between sticking my tongue in her mouth and groping her tits."Bullshit," she said, grinning at me. "I saw your cock sticking out as soon as you walked in the door." Mmmm," I said by way of reply, as I pulled up her T-shirt and began sucking on her tits. This always gets her going and her nipples were soon rock hard as she moaned delightfully. Without hesitation, I sharply pulled her panties down and lined up my. As usual, my sister and I were coming to my house in the late evening, there started a rain suddenly that we couldn’t drive further in that heavy rain so decided to pull up there and hide for the time being. So I parked my bike at the side of the road and we both started heading towards the area near the tree. The tree was some sort shallow and wide, so we might not get wet. Actually, it was already dark, in advance with cloudy atmosphere with heavy rain. My sister and I had already got wet.