I turned around and kissed him. As we kissed, I lazily played with his cock and balls. I find kissing after making love to be almost as intimate as th... lovemaking itself. In some ways it's more intimate. You can't just lie there while kissing someone, you have to participate in it. We continued to kiss and I continued to fondle him. It was quiet, sensuous, romantic and above all, loving. When he was hard again, I rolled over so I could reach my end table. I got the tube of KY jelly and handed. “Factum Est. November 12, 1854 HRS.“Older than I thought, but then this area had been settled well before that. I can only begin to imagine what life would have been like then, fields cleared, buildings built, crops worked, all by muscle power.I waved at Lena, drew a finger across my throat, indicating I wanted her to shut the tractor down, and motioned her over.“Look,” I said.“Wow! You think that’s real?”“Might be. I guess they could’ve gotten it from an older building, but looking at the. "Then I went off to find the young man who claimed to be a nobleman of some sort. With the girl's directions, I discovered him in the back room of a dingy tavern, elbow deep in a wash bucket. I had to admit that he did look like one of those upper-class wastrels despite his ragged clothes and broken boots. When he had finished his load of platters, plates and trenchers, I bought him an ale and sat him down for a talk.He quickly told me his sad story, which he had obviously repeated many times.. I went outside and looked at the stovepipe, and it had a can over the top of it, which I remove, then the stove worked really well. At six, Bill called and we talked for a few minutes. I filled him in on what I had done, and told him everything was okay. I was up early the next morning and was exploring the camp some more. I removed the boards from the bunkhouse door. It was dirty, but in great shape it had 24 bunks and two potbelly stoves in the middle of the room with tables and benches. It.