The ridged wooden shaft was now dark and rich brown from the oils rubbed into it. It glistened in the sunlight and looked like an inviting masterpiece...of erotic art. She could feel her arousal growing and knew that this might all be for naught. Unless Brenda could feel the Old Man's acknowledgment, she might have to credit any previous contact as a hallucination.The shunned female walked to the far side of the Maple's girth and scanned the pond's bottom for signs of the ridge. The basin looked. “It would go in.”“It would go in,” he agreed, “And if by chance ti turned out to be not my cock, but Carl’s, it would still go in. Simple physics.”She had flushed dark, “But that’s silly. You wouldn’t let Carl do that, and neither would I”, A pregnant pause as Roger watched the emotions play across her face. And then a gasp and start as something nudged her memory. “That’s not what Carl had in mind when he grabbed my knee when the slutty one was getting it on with the metre reader, was it? He. )“A man needs a wife,” he said. They had children. Some lived, some died ... the Post name survived. Coming forward a hundred years, the United States bought Alaska.Rather than return to the serfdom of Russia, the Posts fled. All the way to Seattle by canoe. There they headed to Montana. They were in the way when the Hutterites expanded into Golden Valley ... and rather than keep moving in a country that was rapidly running out of moving room, they converted.Understandably, that sect had come. "I struggled a little in a pathetic attempt to look less wimpy, realizing I could probably break free if I really wanted to, but I didn't. I had heard her fuck other men before, now I wanted to watch.Isaac stripped off and was proudly flaunting his glamour muscles as he stomped over to the bed. I noticed his long thick cock which swung between his legs. It was ginormous! Even soft it was probably at least eight inches. At best mind was four inches. My ex stripped off her dress and tore off her.