“When we fought beside you, you were larger than life. David and Edna both agreed that while they thought they could take you one on one, they were ...oncerned that you felt like an instructor.”“And you think that is the result of Level difference?”“I do,” she replied with conviction.“They don’t?”“Edna does. Who knows about David?”“Could it be strengthening of the soul or spirit of the person and not the body?” I asked. This was not the first time I thought of the issue of levels.Heather didn’t. ..' Fred asked and Glen answered '...long as you do the same for me...' and giggled. Fred looked at me saying '...you like looking at my dick boy. Well...don't you want to feel a real mans dick...come on reach out and stroke a real dick...' I tried to step away as I shook my head only to have Fred pull me to him by my penis. I had to raise my arms between us to keep our body from touching as Fred said '...Don't make an old man ask you twice...it's no fun in that...reach down and feel a real. But I liked doing it myself.The chainsaw went down to the creek where it did its duty cutting up a few of the 13 hundred trees blown down during the hundred mile an hour wind that roared down the canyon. Cottonwood is a hardwood and works well in the kitchen range.Surprise me ... Karen was an expert at wood stove cookery. The people in the tri-state area; Montana, Wyoming, North Dakota who regularly used wood cookstoves were of Germanic descent and religion. During the six years we were. We had a little ride around the back garden and it felt so different not having a skirt between our pussies and the saddle. We experimented with trying to slide our pussies from side to side and back to front as we pedalled, but it was difficult in such a small space.Having our enthusiasm boosted we went and put some shoes and a dress on and set off not knowing where we were going. We’d both put on a dress that was so short that we couldn’t sit on it and that flapped about in the wind that we.