Well the commanding elements of this precipitous particle armada from the Arctic Circle were unversed in the language of the land they came to annoy. ...ad these particles from the Arctic Circle thought to bring along a linguistics team they could see the lettering on the building from which the human Eugene had just escaped and they’d gain a grain of insight as to the possible reason their efforts fell impotent on this one human they could not know had the name of Eugene. They did attempt an. Mak shook his head, still mute, and Nurm changed the subject. "How have the harvests been, the last few years?" The same as usual," he answered evasively, shaking his head as though waking from a dream. "Everything's just the same as usual. Nothing ever changes in Wallen village. Nothing!"It was considerably later when he got to his feet. The fires were dying away to beds of glowing coals, and downing his sixth, or was it his seventh mug of brew he took his leave of the traders and wended his. Then the big cheeks of her ass would be smoothly curved and delicious, of course. And she had beautiful long hair. He could even imagine fucking her in the ass, as the dog had the helpless young girl on the stage.Not that it would ever come to that, of course. This was merely fantasy. Sarah had made a mistake and that was all.He gulped and froze as he saw her coming his way. Would she notice anything?Apparently she didn't. She merely leaned over, the bulbous tops of her enormous breasts showing. Ricky didn’t know it but his mom was not going to be wearing the panties anymore. Decision made. Well later on that same day Mr Soused made another tactical blunder. With Ricky in the room he made the same damm comment. He told Ricky and I that “we had to do more” He was already drunk enough that he didn’t even pick up on the look in my face, Ricky sure as hell did though. Rickys ears perked right up when I continued the conversation that Papa Drunk started.I said “Ricky and I need to do more?”.