Hell no!You'll pull your weight around here and damn it...you'll start tomorrowwhen I'm heading out to check my traps." You go and I'll...I'll do some...hing around here!" I stammered, lookingfor something that needed done in the safety of the cabin."Like hell! You want to parade around pretending to act like aman...fine, you can help me check traps like a man! As for cleaning,we'll have all winter to clean! You stay here on my mountain...andyou'll work!"We stayed cool toward each other for the. As she lay on her bed with her right hand teasing her protruding labia and studied the murky ceiling, she considered the choices. Far in the back of her mind she knew that, with a bit of effort, she could find a wealthy man or perhaps a group of men to feed, clothe and house her in return for sex. She really did not want that although the thought teased her from time to time, the thought of being "kept." After all, it was how she had spent the summer. Then the suicide of Taylor Wilkin's crossed. There were several single girls there and they pretty much went after the strippers and a couple of the married women felt that wasn't fair and they started a friendly competition. Bess wasn't taking part in the competition, but Bess is an extremely sexy looking lady so even though she showed no interest in the strippers they showed an interest in her.Ann had noticed the three men feeding Bess booze and she thought it was funny. "They thought they were going to hustle Bess; they didn't know. . wanting the hands to reach her sex. They didn’t go straight where she wanted them. Instead they stroked her thighs. hands that were both controlling and gentle showing her that they were in charge of her body and it’s responses. That they could tease her and please her as they wanted. Just as her skin grew used to their touches and started to relax and enjoy what they did to her she felt the next new sensation. From nowhere a pair of lips kissed hers. It was not him. They were soft lips .. no.