. he is NOT a Harold. Take yer shirt off Hairy.”I did.“Eww,” said Sally.“That shows how young you are, Sally. A fur pelt is warm in the lodge,...�� Karen said. “I’m for bed. I have classes in the morning and teach in the afternoon.” She walked to the painted lodge. “Goodnight. And keep quiet. Folks need their rest.”Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers... while pointing at each woman wasn’t exactly the best way to chose a bed partner.I ruminated that fact as I was. Next to her chair on the floor of the porch there was a gallon jug about 3/4 full of moonshine. On the other side of the chair was a small table with a pack of cigarettes and an empty mason jar. This old gal was passed out drunk and There wasol' Rusty with his head up under the woman's dress just a lapping away at her pussy. Her thin cotton dress was pulled up to her waist and one hand down between her legs.I was afraid at first that she might be dead. Then she kind of snorted and drew a deep. "Are you the doctor?" I asked her."No dear," she said, and began to cry, silently. She left my bedside and went to sit down. Weird, I thought."Who was that woman, Mom?" I asked."Oh, you'll meet her soon enough." Could I have something to drink?" I asked."We'll have to ask the doctor about that when he comes. You're still hooked up to an IV so you don't really need to drink. How do you feel, Jim?" Mom, I feel okay, really. I mean, nothing really hurts. My body's kind of sore, I think from lying. All of it, now!"Mandy wanted to test Victor. He passed the sissy-sub test with flying colors. "Why?" thought Victor. "Why am I doing this to myself?" But deep don he know Mandy had him pegged. He had to do as he was told. And what's more, he was excited about it. Naked, gagged with cum-soaked panties and feeling the pain of 50 more swats, Victor never once lost his hard-on.She made him stay in that bent over position until the principal returned from his coffee break. Mandy informed Mr. Flogger.