” the young man’s voice drifted off as he tried to put his thoughts into words.“Those aren’t what he was,’ the young man finished lamely.“...ren’t they?” Elva asked with a wan smile. “Ardt helped Goodman and Goodwoman Dewerty plant their crops on occasion. His mothers and fathers were farmers, so he knew the trade well. Was he not then a farmer?”“He repaired the Giventon sister’s loom many times,” Elva continued on quickly, before Yren could say anything. “His sister, who passed many seasons ago,. Everyone looked over to were those 3 were,...nobody moved...as the sight in front of us unfolded..he was fully naked..and his cock was now down each of those girls throats...even from were l was...he fucking stunk...but those two..didn,t care...they wanted cock...and most of all fucking....he licked both there ass-holes...fingered each pussy..could,nt take my eyes of the action....it fucking worked...the scent...the manager got the police...by this time..he was balls deep...fucking and sucking. The guy at the rear stood up and dropped his pants fingers were still in your pussy now and you lost count of how many people were in the room with you as you climaxed for the fist time a mouth sucked on your hot pussy taking all your hot juice down as you tensed and at the same time you felt the head of a hard cock nudge your backside positioned as you were it was simple for the cock to slide in to you and you almost choked as it went in all the way in one go the swing made you drive forward. From go go girls to full nude, look up in my pussy, strippers. But one little town in Southern Missouri, I forget it's name, but it has a bridge across the river, had something I wanted to experience. It's notable as one of the few bridges across the Mississippi in the area. The bridge makes it a border town and, just as some border towns in the old days offered up items and services not to be found in the neighboring state did then, this town had a few entertainment establishments to offer.