We added to that a couple of guidebooks that told of the route to Oregon and the rivers we'd have to cross.We also spent a little time just going thro...gh the shops in the area. We didn't buy anything, but we knew this was the last big city we'd be in for years to come. We didn't get back to camp until just before supper time.March 19, 1845The next two days went by quickly. We were busy making sure everything was just right with the wagons and with the animals. Si had been a blacksmith, and he. They could easily have been murdered, driven from their community, or these days, locked up for their own good, the latter removing nearly all opportunities to merge again. It's difficult to judge the probability of someone surviving the period between déjà vu's as there are so many unknowns but I have to think the chance of it is very low. I'd confidently guess it to be sub-1%.The third requirement is that they had to want to, and then successfully accomplish, a second half-suicide during a. "Nice meat," said Lynn as she fondled my balls. "I hope I might be rewarded later for letting you share our secret lover!" She nodded towards Winston who was hammering quite violently into Kate. "He won't last long," she continued knowledgably. She was right. Basically all Winston did was enter Kate, fuck her about a dozen strokes and empty his balls into her. The condom head sagged with the weight of cum as he pulled out.Kate saw Dave and Lynn and looked suddenly embarrassed. Lynn took control. He was delightfully polite and gracious. I liked him like a grandfather. I tickled his balls and pumped him until he got close to getting hard enough to have intercourse. Over a period of time, his penis was firm, not hard and he was able to get inside me. Sam wasn't a great fuck but I felt sorry for him and told him he was a great lover. He thanked me but he knew I was lying. Before leaving he said, "The thing is, I did this to feel young again, just one last time. Thank you." I smiled and.