A mixture of Louise’s own scent, and her deodorant. I put it on, and found it just about fitted. It helped that I had a very slim build, and weighed...no more than 130 pounds soaking wet.Looking at Matthew holding the skirt, I desperately wanted to put it on. Up until now, it had seemed like a bit of a game. But the skirt was something different. Putting that on would be making a statement – crossing another line. I felt like I would be saying, I want to be a girl – please treat me like one! Or. “I needed to get this done so that you would know that what I have to say is real and not just my cock speaking, I wanted you to know how much I need you. I can’t sleep without you, the thought of you at home in bed with another man was driving me crazy.” again Tracy made to speak but I just carried on, but she stood up this time and moved towards me, touching my face as I continued.“i love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you” I reached for her body, touching her breasts, Tracy. It was all hard and stiff and leaking so I licked it, and he went crazy and then he was in me, in me deep, and he was arched up and had a funny look on his face, and his hips were moving like crazy." And what were you doing?" What you taught me, trying to match his rhythm, but it was too fast and too wild and, pretty quick, I felt him spurt a couple of times, but I guess he didn't because he kept on pounding it into me. So I wrapped my legs around him, slowed him down and rocked from side to. They looked a lot alike, fair-haired and sun burned, poke bonnets and farm dresses, long legs and fully-developed chests, healthy looking, that's what they were.Each wagon held ten big barrels of flour, white flour, a real treasure in those days. We escorted the women to our camp, got their load into supply wagons while somebody took care of paying them, and then I was given the job of seeing that they got back home safe and sound. I am sure it was a reward for good behavior or some such.