My landlord’s wife cautioned me to never throw away any food in the dump. Too many people almost starved during the War and this action would be an ...nsult to the village. She picked up our leftovers every day and dropped us off a bowl of sauerkraut. She kept two large crocks of kraut festering in the basement, under a board with a brick on it. It was wonderful. I believe it had juniper berries in it. I was the last person standing in the Rod and Gun club. I said my good nights and went out to. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became of this. If anything, the additional emotional sensations had followed these new and incredible sensations.As I tried to categorize and describe them, the best description I could come up with, was waves of pleasure that had rolled over and through my body. Again and again, they came until I reached orgasm, when the pleasure became too intense, too powerful, like looking into the sun.Angela chose that moment to groan and shift her body,. "I do better and you know it. As you don't have a deer over your shoulder I don't think I'm getting any work today from you." Not today, no, but soon. I came by really to see what you might have for sale." Well that depends on what you want?" I want some nice porterhouse stakes, two good hams and maybe next week I'll bring in a deer for you to do up for me." I think I can get you six of the porters. I would have to check. I might have some good T-bone out of an Angus. Them hams I know I. I could hear Rod responding, as he seemingly liked me licking his balls. I wanted to go for his ass, as I love to lick or caress a man's asshole during blowjob sessions (and the right guy, I love fingering his prostate to orgasm him at the moment he's cumming), but I knew I couldn't do that the first time out, especially if he's a married straight guy who doesn't want to think of the fact a white boy whore like me is sucking his cock. When I went back to sucking Rod's cock, I continued to.