My routine for the next 3 months was likethis:05:30 AM - Wake up and after freshening up, do "Yoga"07:00 AM - A glass of Lime Juice with honey and...then Gymnasium09:30 AM - 2 Breads, milk cereal with fruits and half an hour rest10:00 AM - Female Etiquette Class where a lady used to come to teach all the female mannerism11:00 AM - An apple and Fashion Class where a fashion designer was training me about various female clothes, how to wear them and how to. So I tried again, invoked the freedom of information act, it was now a challenge. Friday morning the packet arrived. I took the day off, it was huge. A lot of it was blacked out, but there was enough. My late husband served as a weapon for his Nation for 5 years. That explained a lot about the way he was. Here was a man who sat on the porch in the spring and caught Hummingbirds with his bare hands, bringing them in to me to see. I saw him one day, his right hand held out, bees covering his arm.. With little struggle from her she widened her legs as I again slipped between them as my dick probed around. I wasn’t sure of what I supposed to do or how to do it. But nature took over for both of us.My dick ran across her slit several times before it slipped easily up and down it. On each slide upwards it would dip slightly in until it became wedged in her outer her cunt lips. Her clenched eyes flew open as panic crossed her face. He mouth opened somewhat but no words escaped, she wanted to. I bent my head down and hissed to myself as she roughly pushed the flour into the cut. She did it twice before finally telling me it had stopped bleeding. I was also told that when I changed my shirt, to give it directly to her so she could get the blood out before it had time to set in.I got up and went in to change. When I came out wearing a t-shirt, I handed her the bloody shirt. The sheriff immediately tried to take it away from her, saying that since I had been crawling around the garage.