I sat and watched her sew up her bodice, admiring her young charms, determined face and rapid stitching."Your mother make that?" I asked her."None a'y...r damn business," she said without looking up from her work."Look's homespun, very nice. She weave that cloth, too?" I tried."Put a cork in it," she blurted, trying to look mean."What was going on out there?" He didn' want t'pay for it," she said, sniffing. "An' I sucked 'im good." What do you get?" Two, three shillings. depends. You ain't got. "I had a question for Margaret. "Why would governments want to suppress this kind of knowledge anyhow?" Think about it, Brent," she explained, "Knowledge is power. That's an old sociological maxim and it's always proven to be true. Government is about control and anything they don't own, like information, they can't control. Their natural inclinations will be to feed the masses what they think is in their best interests." Hex," she continued, "As soon as the word is out in the academic world,. She had been in a state of arousal since Erik called her earlier in the day, saying that she had better be wet for the surprise she was going to have after work. Told her that she would be fucked blindfolded and tied when she got home. Told her that it would be something she would never forget. She had not had any problem getting wet. She even teased Jimmy at work a little, brushing her breast up against him when he asked her to come look at a problem he was having with his computer. She had. "Ohh, Cindy!" she shrieked, feeling Cindy's hot breath on her belly-flesh. She curled her other hand through Cindy's soft hair as she twisted her cunt eagerly on the girl's fucking finger.Horny out of her young mind and gripped by new sexy feelings, Cindy pulled her fingers out of Ellen's humping cunt and peered at them. She saw glistening silky fuck-juices. Her hot eyes admired the fuck-liquid. Her nostrils flared and she breathed deeply of Ellen's musky aroma as it rose from her burning.