Margie’s Husband, Robert, joined me, as I watched the dancers.“You don’t know that dance?” he asked.“No, my family never did any of the Iris... dances. We children learned a few dances in school and at church socials, but they were mainly waltzes and square dances” I told him. “Do you know that dance?” I asked in return.“No, we never danced like that on the ranch where I grew up. There were many traditional tribal dances and also some square dances, but not any Irish dances,” he told me.“It looks. No special effects.The camera watched as she rinsed and rinsed and rinsed her pussy but the soapy water never seemed to stop coming out...fade to black-----------------I came home from school one day and mom was in the front room with what can only be described as a 'Dolly-girl'. Her name was Cindy and mom had picked her up from the train station earlier. They had been drinking wine and getting to know each other since then."This is the young man who took all those pictures I showed you." Mom. Pleasant. Deep within her wanted more, the feeling of being helpless, cannot do anything and be abused at will of her captor. She discarded her negative minds, telling herself that she didn't want it to continue in every single moment her mind jolted.The other one who sit all the time moved nearer with a cutter in his hand. The other two let their hands from her, and then Rei was caught in fear. A cutter was raised in front of her."Don't move, girl," he hissed then he grabbed her upper cloth.. It would make for fewer of them to keep going and would also make them closer together.We only needed about another hour to get the new line in place, and the canyon was only about seventy yards across where we put it. It was almost like a bottleneck, of sorts, with the canyon seeming to widen again behind it.When we were done I asked Biltee if he could handle things here overnight. I figured keeping up six fires would be a job but that it would also tend to keep other animals from approaching..