Property values here are holding up well and now that we export to all of the continent the long term looks good too. The one problem which I can see...is to know when these Whig do gooders will abolish slavery in the colonies like it was back in '72 at home. There seems to be no move towards this in the Southern United States so it may be a sound idea to move our investments to there over the next few years. I am already investing modestly there myself and, as you will find out from what. Mating The MareToday the General and his wife, Lucy, are having their mare, Sapphire mated. It soon gets around all of the stable girls when a horse is to be mated. It arouses everyone more than a wedding. Surely that’s because you get to see the action. I suppose that would change if the wedding guests got to see the bride being mounted….Yes?...... Of course…At the appointed hour the paddock is empty except for the stallion, mare and their owners and of course me. However if you take the time. My older brother was going to be left in charge but I knew he was going to go out with his mates as normal and go clubbing, get drunk and stay out all weekend. It was a weekend fending for my self. I was used to it. I was only young, 15 but very happy and self sufficient. Well Friday arrived and mum and dad went off for their break away. Off I went to school. I came home and sat watching TV. My step sister cam home from work first and a while later my brother and other older step sister came. Tweaking and twisting, your thumb and finger work in harmony to exact their torturous pleasure giving pulls. My back arches from the comforts of the bed, my neck under strain, but not noticeably in comparison to the gratifying rush you’re supplying. Your soft lips engulf my rosy pink nipples, more blood rushes to my sensitive points, hardening them further. Incisors grip around my solid peaks and pincer around my flesh. Discomfort, pain and pleasure swirl into one. My eyes struggle to focus.