For her this is just undressing, to me its way, way, way beyond that, here is my dream woman, she`s dressed in the clothes that in my stories I always...dreamed of her wearing and she is now going to stand in this man`s kitchen and allow me, old Eddy, who had imagined he would never again be able to do something this sexual, this fantastic privilege of unwrapping his dream. She turned to me smiled and dropping her arms in a gesture of surrender, or perhaps the acceptance of the inevitable. The. He stiffened up and grunted and then pulled it out. For a minute or two I just laid there and he leaned over on me and said"Remember how I sucked your wee wee a little while ago? I didn't have to say anything, se just helped me turn around and drop to my knees and he stuck his dick right up to my mouth. I didn't really like the smell and didn't know that was my own shit on his didk but I stuck it in my mouth and tried to do what he had done to me. Man, did that feel good and the smell of. Harper stared at her; eyes wild. Amelia acted. She pushed off the bank and propelled herself toward Harper. The smaller woman sank up to her chin, splashing and crying out for Amelia. She wrapped her arms around Harper, planted a foot in the dirt wall, and pulled.Amelia’s muscles strained lifting Harper. She hauled the other woman up to her chest, but something tugged back. They both fell into the river, water rushing up around them. Amelia reached down, trying to mind her touch, to find what. Then we showed her where the bandits camped the night that we attacked and the slope we fought them on. I still needed to release any snares that the bandits didn’t trip--if there were any. I noticed a large mound of recently turned soil that was covered with rocks. I assumed that Father had the men bury the bandits so as not to attract scavengers.Next, we rode up the path to the chalk quarry and the valley beyond. The sharpened stakes still lined both sides of the road and the dry thorn bushes.