I took it all down, thinking someday I would write his story or a story about this old house and what went on in it. When he got tired he would go tak... a nap.Before evening and supper, I knew where the well that supplied the house with water was located. I knew what year the shade trees in front of the house were planted. I knew how close the house had come to burning to the ground forty years ago. It was like the old guy was in a rush to make this place of my ancestors familiar and the history. An involuntary growl escaped Carter's lips as his hungry cock was engulfed by her moist fuck flesh. He hoped that the cloth she had wrapped around her hips prevented anyone from seeing what they were doing, but somehow he doubted it. Anyhow, you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to work it out.She pinned his arms back against his head and leant in close, whispering obscenities in his ear while she ground her skilled pussy up and down his pole. His brain shut down as the warmth and wetness of. "Oh well fuck him. You don't need him or anyone. You are a strong woman Natalie you don't need a man to make you feel strong." It was normal for Kayla to be giving responses like that after all, she is a tomboy. So she acts a little masculine and enjoys manly things like playing video games or cutting the grass. Sometimes even playing in the mud just like a boy. I first realized she was a tomboy when I saw her for the first time. She was wearing boys clothing. Not to mention there was this one. She may be a complete turn off for many a people out there, but since I am alone and this girl is with me in my room, I felt quite comfortable. She was wearing a tight jeans and t-shirt, which her boobs were holding up as a tent. Immediately I ordered two cold drinks and some snacks. I started talking to her. She was studying some college there, I have never heard of anyway, I did not wish to know either. While talking she was not much like the girls, means she preferred to remain silent. I was.