"She had never seen a real cock up close before but she knew that this one was big, and only bound to get bigger since it was not yet erect. There was...no way that thing was going inside her virgin pussy."I need to see that tight snatch of yours. I can smell it already through your jeans."With that, he took her shorts in both hands and ripped them open at the zipper. He then wasted no time in pulling them down her legs and off, over her tennis shoes. Hilary had worn her thong panties today. Her husband died during one of the village’s hunting trips. But she had a little daughter of 3 years old called Evening Star. It was hard life for women especially women during those days. They had to depend on men or warriors to hunt the food. Women mainly cooked, bore child, gather some fruits or tubers from nearby places, and cleaned up the hunted animals.Men had the privilege to choose his mate. Once a boy turned eighteen, he would select a mate and paid a demanded price. The woman he chose. I intend to keep the original stories, but I have retyped one of the shorter tales. It is told from the perspective a Burmese maid working in the household of some long-forgotten English colonist, but the story must have been written by an Englishman. There is no way to tell if the story is fictional or if it is based upon something that actually happened. Regardless, I am sure that it will be on interest to you since you have always been a devotee of the cane. When I have time, I will. And talking of potential Mr Cums, it seems like there might be a female version offering herself up in the final letter.That's the final letter. We can all rejoice that this shitstorm is nearly complete. So for one last time, let's go 'to the letter'.Dear Mrs Mmm Girl,I seem to have developed a disturbing weakness for wives. Other people’s, obviously. Single girls just don’t do it for me and I guess you could say I’m a bit of a wife lover. I don’t know why but they make my knees go weak and all.