She’d come to think of herself as a short, plump women. Still pretty, but not the woman she was when she married William. She swept her long blonde ...air out of her eyes. “I’ll go get him.”“Thank you, dear.” William watched her ample backside disappear down the hall and into the stairway. “He’s a good young man, Linda. Don’t give him a hard time,” he called after his wife. Linda hiked up the stairs, pulling at her skirt to keep it off her feet. David had his door closed, as always. Why had he. The two parts of the shutter opened sideways. The first thing that Babua would do was to pour some water in a flat enameled dish which had a high neck. Most of the people in this rural area used bicycles and a bicycle was always prone to puncture. The dish with water served as his testing jig for checking air bubbles that would come out when the punctured portion of the pressurized tube was immersed in the dish. Majority of his customers would need to mend a punctured tube but there were other. Pairs of stone posts two and a half feet apart stretched from floor to ceiling every eight feet. Wood planks wedged between the posts held two-foot blocks of ice in place, forming a solid wall of ice from floor to ceiling between each section. The back four sections were used to store meat, especially in the fall when we slaughtered any livestock we didn’t want to feed all winter. The front four sections stored dairy products, as well as fresh fruits, and vegetables.Not knowing if it would. Then, I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. She moaned loudly, and her knees began to shake. My cock was throbbing in its prison, and I was going to cum soon, just from what I was doing to her. I licked a little harder, and then inserted my tongue into her pussy. She came, nearly knocking me over with the jerking movements of her legs. I kept my mouth to her cunt, turning my head sideways, kissing her on the lips, just as if they were a pair of facial lips. She came again, this time.