A mixture of marsh men, former slaves and Convey based non-residents gave the women exposure to different experiences. The marsh men were very simple-...inded, with a tradition of hard work. The eunuchs were deeply loyal, willing to do anything for you, but they had a deeply wounded spirit. The contract workers from Convey were accustomed to the city life rather than the wilderness; yet, they balanced desires for city luxuries against our freedom, liberty and security.Not surprising, most of the. Just the two of us , she wore the "little black dress" and black stockings with a pair of spike hilled shoes. She was looking very classy and sexy all at the same time. I was treated to a garter strap shot while she was getting out of the car , so was the valet. As we dined I asked if she was wearing any panties. She said no she wasn't, I asked is that was for a reason? She said if you are wondering if I'm going to get fucked tonight , I have no idea. After we ate we rode around down town. She begins to undress, shirt over her head, heaving against that pile of frizzy hair. She’s wearing a bra-vest underneath, tight against her firm round boobs but providing virtually no support, which is fine as none is required. She unfastens her belt, then unbuttons her jeans, wriggles them down her thighs and down off her feet.Her legs are very slim, but beautifully toned. An athlete’s legs. Her panties are tight around her big firm buttocks. Flat belly, almost a six-pack, and those big boobs. I used the time to sit outside, work on my tan, and also to work on my plans.The plat at the moment was to increase the production of illegal alcohol. I knew that me and the mad mechanic could come up with a still that didn't look like a still. One of the secrets to getting away with it, or so I thought, was to trip no automatic triggers.I planned to buy the corn as feed for deer or other animals. Then I would grind it myself. I might need a better grinder than the coffee grinder, but I was.