She had sold all the jewelry and anything else of value he had evergiven her because anything that reminded her of him totally disgustedher. She gave...all his suits, ties, male underwear, and socks, and mosteverything that wasn't androgynous to Goodwill.She sneered, "You're nothing but a boy-girl. You can't make up yourmind what you are and you're not good enough to be either! You've alsolied to me for the last time - or at least hid the truth. Either way, Ifeel just as betrayed - and THAT. Flour, on the other hand, went bad very quickly if not kept dry. So the farmers didn’t immediately take all their grain to the mill as soon as they had gotten it in from the fields. Instead, they gathered the grain, dried it as best as they could, and stored it however they could.If the farmers had grown more than they would need to get through the next year, they would put the excess in baskets or bags and sell it. The rest would be kept in a cool dry place, a barn or a cellar or a cave. Then,. The ten flew and Gretchen ripped off her blouse, the seems having been strategically weakened, and her massive mammaries were liberated. She bent herself over the brass railing, tossing her head back and shaking her jugs with all her might at her benefactor.The man gawked, eyes bulging, shuddered and seemed to go limp. Gretchen pushed herself back upright and blew him a kiss, then twirled around so that everyone could enjoy her titties. The man looked shamefully down at his trousers, shifted. My own juices were flowing and my nipples were erect. My skin had taken on that peachy texture that it does when I am aroused and (hitherto) only a man slipping into me has been sufficient to satisfy my needs. While I am lost in those thoughts two pairs of knickers have made their way down over those lovely legs and over their slender ankles. They have been left, discarded on the dance floor. Now they dance dressed only in their shoes. Their bodies touch at the most intimate.