I had done three girls seriatim before without a problem but they were a bit younger. And so was I. And drugs were involved. “OK,” Tiffany said, �...�let’s say two in the morning, two in the afternoon and one at night. How’s that?” “Sounds good to me. If it becomes a problem, we can juggle it a bit, eh?” All three smiled. “Now, if you don’t mind, we’d like a small sample, so we can tell the other girls what to expect. Can you do that?” Gail smiled at me and all three girls stood and wiggled off. ”“Now Jonas, the way I heard it, old man Johansen said he sold his ranch to the man,” said Buckshot. He immediately wished he hadn’t said anything.“Johansen didn’t know they were bringing sheep here,” said Jonas.“If he’d a known that he wouldn’t have sold.”Buckshot didn’t want to argue. His arthritis was acting up. He idly thought that it must be going to rain soon. “Boy could be right Jonas” he said, ignoring the outburst. “Mebbe they did go over to ... Johansen’s old place.”“Let’s ride.”. Roger tries to do that as well; not that it does him any good. Dad talks to me as an equal. If I have some idea in my head for whatever, telling mum or Roger will get me a lecture on being silly or worse. Dad sits down and discusses it with me. He doesn't say yes to the idea or no. We just talk it through and he makes me understand the positives and the pitfalls. Then he gets up and leaves me to think about it and make a decision. If I do whatever it was and it drops me in the mire he never. Frieda looked like a Nordic opera singer, only not as heavy. She had a golden blonde braid that reached her coccyx and a thick trapezoid of blonde curls above her plump labia. She was completely nude and displayed her D-cup chest and flat abdomen proudly.Achord took a sip of his martini before leaning forward to kiss Frieda. He put the long stemmed glass on the small table next to his elbow and nodded at Frieda. She smiled as she reached to unfasten his trousers and retrieve his swelling cock..