Yours is not cock. It is Iron pole” Venkatesh laughed and said “my queen of noses, Your nose provocates anybody.” I entered in to the bed room. ...om saw at me. “You bastard, what do you want?” shed asked me. Mom, I had done a mistake today. I could not complete home work” I said with fear. Moms nostrils widened with angry. She stood up and took a cane. You Donkey, how dare you, why did not u do home work? She held my nose and twisted round and started beating.abbbbo. Dont beat mom, dont beat. One of these days, I'll build a real smokehouse to cure and smoke our meat, but for now I'm going to salt cure the big pieces of meat in our cave, and continue to dry the rest for jerky."Drying has obviously worked on the deer and antelope, but I've only had the meat for a couple of weeks. Who knows how long it will last, although my gut feeling is that it will be fine for a very long time. According to the articles, lean meat is a lot easier to cure properly than fat meat, and it cautioned. “These are wearable, but this top is just too gooey; I’ll just wear my jacket and I’ll be fine.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “You’d be fine even without the jacket – cold, but fine!” “Funny man! Are you about ready?” “Uh, yeah; let me get my shirt on, and my jacket, and I’ll run out and start the car and get the seats warming up.” She started to gather up the other various bits and pieces of our “Cats” costumes; I hadn’t bothered with the little pouchy/thong thing, since we were just going. Kelly was fit from volleyball in high school as well as bicycling few miles everyday, running, and swimming. Grace smiled because she couldn’t help but admire Kelly’s firm body. Kelly was virgin with women but she moaned in anticipation as her black thong became wet before Grace explored her nether region. “Oh I’m going take my time just like before, baby,” Grace said looking at the juices that flowed from Kelly’s body, her lips glistening wet. Grace was eager to taste her friend’s cum while.