How would it feel like fucking the hole that I came to this world from. How would it feel like fucking her gorgeous ass with my big and fat cock. How ...ould it feel like filling her vagina with my hot liquid. How would it feel like eating her cunt and tongue fucking it. All these thoughts brushed through my mind in a matter of a second. Thought I knew that this was something that was much unwarranted at this point in time and I also knew how dirty and filthy those thoughts were but were they? I. “Joe, what’s that train engine and the Pullman cars doing on our sidetrack?” Eli asked and started that way.“You got me, Eli. I reckon they needed to park there to let another train go by,” Joe said, just as the Little Bucks raced past him and Eli, headed toward the railroad.“YOU LITTLE BUCKS GET BACK HERE!” Eli yelled and the six of them slid to a stop in the red dirt and looked back at him.“Where do you think you’re going? You know you’re not supposed to go near the railroad!” Eli scolded. "Looks like you'll be wearing that color lipstick for a while" the manicurist mentioned casually.My work took longer than L's and she was watching intently as Beth finished off my new hair. I saw her beaming happily at me as Beth finally swiveled the chair around so that I was once again face-to-face with myself in a mirror.I was thoroughly shocked.My head was now covered in golden-brown waves. It wasn't truly blond, but was a drastic change from my old drab brown. It parted in the middle, and. When Wallace came to my village, I was working in the fields alongside my wife, Meagan. Oh, she was a beauty of a woman: almost as tall as me, with blazing green eyes and a mantle of golden hair that stretched down to her ass. We had no children but she had tits that would put any milkmaid to shame. But her greatest beauty was a spirit and a will that could confound the noblest of scholars. I was by no means a learned man, simply a farmer following the trail of his ancestors, yet, Meagan felt.