‘Hey! It’s Friday. I’m going to the saloon and watch the dancing girls. Maybe I’ll get lucky!’ he said. I laughed. I thought to myself that ...e had a snowball’s chance in hell of doing that. ‘I always close up around four on Fridays. Most places around here do, especially when the dancing girls come over from Wichita to Arabella’s place.’ I thought to myself that it might be entertaining to see them myself. He began shaving me and like all other barbers, he commented on how tough my beard was.. Aber ich fing an geil zu werden bei so viel Tittenpracht. Mancher anwesende Mann dachte sicher, hoffentlich fällt ihr noch was runter und sie bückt sich nochmal… so verging einige Zeit und meine Frau sagte sie müsse auf Toilette. Ich sagte ihr: „Du weißt ja wo die Toiletten sind“. Sie stand ganz langsam auf, beugte sich etwas nach vorne, so daß man ihre geilen Titten so richtig schön betrachten konnte, ich dachte mir, da schau her mein Schatz, du weißt aber auch wie du Aufsehen erregen kannst.. Lick me like a dog, make me your bitch.I at once positioned my dick on her asshole and began inserting it. She was paining a lot but didnt stop, I got further in but she could not bear. I got up went to kitchen and got a bottle of honey. Honey being antibacterial and good soothening agent I thought will work better. I applied honey on her asshole and used my finger to push honey inside. I also poured some on my dick and again I started fucking her ass. This time with some difficulty it went in. Their replies had more to do with the facts presented about the life of an indentured servant in Boston during colonial days, and the descriptions of Boston in those days. I was very pleased with these responses and would try to get the book published once I was out of school. I continued to work on finishing the first story.Of course it was spring once again with all that implies, but my wives were pregnant, and expecting to deliver in late September or early October. Therefore we only planted.