It just wasn't on the road bed. I'd have to fence the place off, post it and put something like tank traps across the roads to keep out timber raiders... I couldn't take out a Cat but I sure could take out a logging truck or a log skidder.My income tax was nasty that year. I wasn't very happy.I'd found a bar with a real bartender, not a big-titted bar bitch. I stopped by for a couple of beers and a pork tenderloin sandwich whenever I came into town. The boys in the back got a little rowdy now and. As I ran to my parked car, it was bucketting with rain, a REALLY hard down pour so once I was in my car I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, and was left only wearing my gym shorts while I drove away. At the end of the street was this HOT GUY thumbing a ride, he was wearing jeans, T-shirt and flip flops that was soaked through. I stopped and offered him a ride, as I was driving out of downtown to home about half hour to 45 mins away. He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked. It was nothing that I couldn't handle. I surveyed the shore. I was far enough out that no one would see the transformation. I ran through various images in my mind. What should I look like? As many images that floated through my mind, I kept on coming back to one. SaReena Lee. She was a model that wasfeatured in big boob magazines. Her entire body was slim, and slender, except for her breasts which were enormous. She was extremely beautiful, with a gorgeous face, thick kissable. ... It's shearing time!" Amongst the shaving things Steve had also brought, Bob found an electricbeard trimmer which he quickly put to use on the long curls of Melody's pussy.As they fell away he eased the vibrating head of the trimmers over her cuntlips causing an involuntary raising of her arse as she sought the source ofthe pressure. She tried to lie still and not react but the vibration was stimulatingher fanny so. Having removed the curls Bob set to lathering a shaving brushwhich he.