Charles was watching television in the lounge. He felt only a little bit better compared to yesterday. Normally he had the Thursday off but still work...d on Fridays for his mom. He wasn't sure if he was going to work tomorrow. Charles picked up his cup of tea from the table next to that sofa he was laying on, and sipped from it.Then he heard the door bell ringing.DING DONGIt must be Thomas. He came to see how I am doing, Charles thought.Charles got up from the sofa, slowly walking towards the. “That’s alright – it was my fault” she said, and we said no more.Later that night as we were chatting, we started talking about Jenny, and I asked mum why she thought she hadn’t married. I mean, she is an extremely attractive sexy woman.“Maybe she just hasn’t found the right person” mum said, and I noted she said person, not man.Anyway, by the time I got back to my room I was really looking forward to my weekend away with jenny, and I admit I was also looking forward to getting my fingers deep. . Nowhere was better than this venue to make it obvious that CAP testing was heavily weighted in favor of traits exhibited most often by males; the ratio was 80/20 or so. But the flip side was the quantity of females being shipped as concubines, which more than made up the numbers. The situation allowed the female sponsors to conduct more normal meat-market operations in the male holding pens, rather than the auctions going on for females... Locally, Ed figured he had two hundred fifty or so. When his climaxneared he stopped and waited; Paul had learned thatafternoon. She came before he did, violently and loud. Paulcrouched over her while she came, his hands squeezingher lovely breasts, thumbs and forefingers pinchingand pulling at her nipples. Her orgasm seemed to rollon and on, her pussy kept trying to pull his cock intoher. Afterwards she cried into the sofa’s cushion. He askedif she was all right and she said she’d never feltbetter. “Now do me some more.”Paul sat up again and.