One day I was helping her out with some gardening​ work. I was cutting some tree branches and some firewood for her and while cutting the wood due t... long work my palm started to pain so I was just rubbing it and giving it a massage. At that time she saw what I was doing and came near me I mean soo close and took my hand in her hand and she was just looking at it and massaged my right hand standing next to me I was so relaxed and enjoying her touch. Suddenly out of nowhere​ she brushed her hand. I suppose when they feel the time is right they will go in." I said."I want to do down there. Surely the Sheriff will allow us to help," The Brit said."If you want to go down there, I will go with you, but they are going to ignore us. We are going to stand there in the cold with no coffee." I suggested."Yeah, we are just citizens to these people," he agreed. "Besides which the Sheriff just might shoot us. Anybody with a gun is going to be a target." That's true, however there might be something. My nickname, which I thoroughly enjoyed at the time, was The Slayer. I did my best to pass my favors on to as many girls as possible, leaving many young women with a new-found ache in their heart and missing their virginity. Because that was the rule: If you dated me, you'd better put out. As I've written earlier, teenaged girls are the dumbest people on the planet. I swear my female children will be in a nunnery until they're 25.It didn't matter how poorly I treated a girl, there was always. I leaned back to give her ass a little lap to sit on. She bounced her ass on me, sliding my dick in and out of her moistening pussy. The bacon fat started to melt in the pan. She kept bouncing her ass in my lap. And right in that same rhythm, she cracked an egg into a bowl and scrambled it up."Oooh wee, baby! Oooh wee!"She got a loaf of bread from the pantry, took out two slices and dropped them in the toaster. Then she poured the eggs into the pan and whisked them around. I grabbed on to her.