In nature, if there are few species the chance of survival are slim. If the numbers of species are many and varied then the chances of survival are mu...h better. Now think about habitat and food supply in nature.When the habitat is large and varied and the food supply is abundant then many various species of flora and fauna will thrive and grow and flourish. If, for some reason, the habitat decreases then the various species of plant and animals will decrease until a balance is once again. When I have time, I will transcribe more of the tales I found, and some of them are even more curious than the one I am sending today.Regards,AllisterI unfolded the typewritten sheets sent by my cousin and found the following story:The Maid's TaleWhen my master escorted me into the drawing room, and I saw the cook and the gardener waiting, I knew I was going to be whipped, but I couldn't think of anything I had done to deserve punishment. Once inside the room, I saw that my master's laundry. "Open up, I need a blow job". I grabbed his hardening shaft with my left hand and stroked him as my tongue darted out to lick the tip. I licked the head of his cock like a lollypop, slowly working my tongue all around it, and I tickled that spot underneath. When I did, his cock swelled to full erection and I felt him press his hips forward to force the head into my wet waiting mouth.My little head bobbed back and forth in a fucking rhythm as he continued to press forward, another inch of his. . back with my friend. Back with, as I had called her so long ago, my Lindie.Nostalgia got the better of me and I diverted from a quick glance at the rear gate to the underside of the tree sanctuary. Hands reached for the nearest rung and old senses rekindled, scooted me up. I poked my head inside and took in a deep breath. It smelled the same.Old wood, weathered from the years, a hint of sweetness from the Maple tree combined with my memories and I smiled. I grabbed at the lifting rope, one.