It took a two-foot chunk out of this tree that was 10” in diameter. I quickly stepped back about ten feet and the top of the tree fell at my feet.�... Jenny looked sad for killing the tree, “John and the kids chopped it up into firewood. They carefully put the branches on the brush pile. The Raccoons seem to be happy to have more roof.” Jenny giggled.“The Raccoons live in the brush pile?” Jimmy asked.“John told them they could live there “If” they stayed out of the garbage and didn’t hurt anyone.. I felt him brush his tip up against my lips, steadying it with his hand. Do it. He pushed just the tip into me and I arched my back, gasping more from the touch of the cold metalwork on my thighs than his entry. Each thrust came a little deeper as he worked his cock into me. I let my forehead rest on the window and I rocked with him as he got into his rhythm. My tits like ballast, out of time with my hips, my knees tapping on the license plate. My body knew what to do and so I gave it over to. Regis took Cassie's wrists and pulled her across her lap until her bottom was sticking up at a tempting angle and her knickers were displayed for all four of them to view to their heart's content. Poor Cassie was already twisting and squealing out like a silly schoolgirl promising to "never do it again ever".When she was asked if she wanted Regina to attend to the infraction now or have it put on her record for the first day of training, she opted immediately to have the older girl administer. The faintly cowboy style of the waistcoat was echoed by the toes of his boots, black leather with silver trim, that Liz could see as he walked towards them."Thank you, ladies," Sir Geoffrey said, touching his finger to the brim of an unseen Stetson in acknowledgment of their welcome. Liz tried to place his accent. Somewhere in the west, she thought, Colorado perhaps, maybe Wyoming. Or perhaps she was being misled by his appearance. She could see him stepping out of a casino in Deadwood.Terry.