We had a bumper crop that fetched a good price. The stores were full and we had a tidy sum to put into savings. Mother said there was more than enough...left over to buy me a special present. I wondered what "special" meant and couldn't wait to find out.It was my fifteenth birthday. Early that morning, she had left. Mother surprised me by having the servants wake her before dawn and then hook up the horses and wagon. She was set to go before I was even out of bed."It's your birthday," She waved. ”“Of course, that must be it,” Miss Simons replied, still thinking she knew Miss Curtis from somewhere.Melissa got out her pad and started running down various questions about the school. Miss Simons answered the questions which were as usual repetitive, but remained quiet though, as School Inspectors must be treated carefully, she knew, and even young ones like Miss Curtis. Maybe especially young ones like Miss Curtis, who she knew was just twenty-five-years-old, Miss Simons reflected.Melissa. It soon dawned on Casey that Avian was gasping in time to his flexing finger. Experimenting the older brother stopped moving his finger.A blushing Avian stopped her rhythmic gasps. Casey then flexing his finger in and out of the condom. He was rewarded with an unguarded squeak of pleasure from the redhead. Alarmed by the unintended sound Avian slapped a hand over her mouth.Intrigued Casey resumed regularly flexing his finger in and out of the condom. Throwing the Shopkeeper back into a. I know Lou said thinking about her would mean death, but shit, I‘m only human. I closed my eyes, picturing Lucinda’s pussy taking a pounding, her mouth greedily gobbling, and her hands and feet busy working over a bunch of cocks. Sighing, I took another long pull. Just as the beer was going through me, I felt someone slide into the booth beside me. Opening my eyes, I saw it was one of Fred’s beer wenches, Shelley. “Hi Sammy. Haven’t seen you for a while. I’ve missed you.” Shelley slid her hand.