Have them grow turnips, beets, carrots, or what ever, but under no circumstances potatoes. If they want to eat potatoes, let them trade for them. They...can eat them, but they can’t grown them.”Gavin was reaching for his third shortbread cookie when he paused. “Any thing else I should know?”“No, that is about it. Marry the galla with the black hair and don’t grow lumpers. Think you can remember that?”He was laughing to himself as he ate the third cookie. Nothing made sense, but Elsbeth was never. He, however, appeared thoroughly unconcerned with her, and, strictly professional, put all his focus into his work. To that point, she also admired his staunch dedication.Underneath the barber cape, she began to sluice a finger slowly up and down her slit. She knew no one would be able to see what she was doing as long as she proceeded slowly, and she followed the primal call of her wanton urges. She toyed with the silky fluid that she produced, pulling it from within her and smearing it across. I can't really remember how we first met Jane but she and Emma were inseparable for about a two year period, best friends and confidants. Emma had told me that Jane was always asking about our sex life, wanting to know everything in minute detail and despite finding it a bit weird Emma had happily shared our secrets,all of which Jane lapped up. I must admit it felt weird to be in her company knowing that she knew all our secrets but i could live with it!One day i was home alone and feeling. Crow's shoe on her back."Stay there."Ilsa resumed her position on her hands and knees. "My dear Miss Peterson, I thought you had learned, from missing the spot out in the living room, how important it is to be thorough."Ilsa closed her eyes. My god, this woman is a tyrant, she thought. She sighed, realizing she had little recourse but to accept this attitude from her, but what came next stunned her. The wavy-haired blonde teacher lifted Ilsa's skirt and pulled it up onto her back, exposing her..