The wood was quiet, as if it held its breath. And then, in one quick silent motion, she jumped at him, grabbed the hilt of his sword, tore it out of i...s sheath, and violently pushed him to the ground. He fell, lying with his face down, stunned, the breath knocked out of him by a tree root under his chest — he fought for air, he fought to prop himself up — and then, over his pain and his own ragged breaths, he heard sounds, strange wild noises, screams. When he finally managed to look around. My delicate flesh loved the sensation of being stroked and massaged and I began to rock back and forth, my heart beating faster, my breath in gasps. I felt my ass relax and gape as Shelley pistoned the full length of her fingers faster and faster. "Are you ready now, you filthy bitch?" she asked."Yes, mistress," I whimpered. "My slut sissy cunt is ready." And it was. That wonderful feeling like a mild electric shock was running through me, the blood was pounding in my head and my legs were. .. and six drops fell into the glass.As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the guy his $1000, and then asked the little man: "Do you mind if I ask what do you do for aliving? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or what?"The little fellow quietly replied: "I work for Revenue Canada."These are compliments of DavePresident Obama walks into the Bank of America and says to a cashier, "Good morning Ma'am, could you please cash this check for me"?Cashier:"It would be my pleasure sir. Could you. Bert reminded me about the guards. Sue pointed that we didn't have any appropriate clothing for the Wild West. The clothes slowed me down more than the guards. The diaries had notes about the importance of blending in with the local culture and the lethal consequences if this went wrong.It took us almost a week to get everything together. Andrea found costumes from an amateur theater group and some friends that were re-enactors. Bert collected the camping gear, Ernie got the food, and Sue.