"A boy named Freddie Ferguson took my cherry out back of the barn. My step-daddy caught us and started cuffing Freddie around the ears," Ruby Mae bega...."Shit for brains, she's got manure all over her backside. Why didn't you go up in the loft?" Freddie said it was too hot in the loft. Daddy told us to go down to the creek and scrub the smell off of me. If we didn't get it out I couldn't come in the house. We took off all our clothes and washed in the creek water as best we could. While our. .. I didn’t want to use the sword.”Antoinette sighed, reached out, and touched her friend’s knee. “I appreciate the risk you took. My love appreciates it as well. But ... but the Masquerade is more important than Jack, or you, or I.”He nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”They both looked down. Yes, Antoinette had just given her sheriff permission to kill Jack if it was the only way to save the Masquerade. Of course, while modern technology was a curse, it was also a useful tool. If yet another. Again Jennifer didn't stir or respond. 'Yes,' Lindsey thought to herself, her plan may work easier than she thought. Lindsey walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. She walked into the front room, and saw Jordan was still up, but noticed Justin was sleeping again. "Geez he couldn't stay awake huh?" Lindsey asked without announcing her presence. Jordan nearly jumped out of the couch when he heard her speak. Lindsey giggled, "did i scare you a little?" Jordan looked back at. Enticing. “Spread your legs, Michelle,” Jeff’s voice was barely audible,“and… and bend down.” Yes, I whispered desperately, yes! We were both rewarded. Again veryslowly she parted her legs and bent down at the waist pushing her arse out atthe same time. I almost cried out at the sight. The globes of her arsebeckoned the eye to the crack between them, to the brown puckered arsehole, tothe treasures below. There, presenting an obstructed view was.