"I've sent my children off to their grandparent's, my parents' home and just kept old Sam and his wife here to cook and look after the place. There's ...ot much left to look after." What's he done?" I asked, feeling stupid but seeing fear in her fine-boned face."You mean other than attacked me regularly, slapped me around, treated me like a common whore, well," she said with a sigh, "we've no animals left. The smokehouse is empty. He took all my good silver. And," she buried her face in her apron. Joey gave me that look, and this time we didn't conk heads as we each tasted a side of her lovely soft tummy.Suzi didn't even flinch. She kept her eyes closed, but put a smile on and said, "If you two boys don't get this show on the road, we're never going to get to the _really_ good stuff."I looked at Joey, and he shrugged as he made bigger circles with his mouth and tongue. I started working my way up, and soon Joey joined me, sucking on the nipple through the cups."Timmy, are you causing my. This was the first pussy I had in almost a week, and condom-free thanks to her desperate desire, so I wasn't going to waste a second of it.I wasn't even really thinking about it yet, though I could feel my impending desire building when she moaned, her mouth pressed against the wall on it's side with one of my hands forcefully pinning her head there, "Give it to me, give it to me now! Ahhh!"She'd already orgasmed once, I could tell by her moans just after we'd started, but I hadn't let that. Sometimes a block would hold a huge knot. Graydon would swing a sledge hammer to drive a splitting wedge down through the knot until it would snap apart, sometimes violently; he would use a single-bit splitting axe to split the blocks down to fit the stoves. His job was to keep the wood boxes for both stoves full. He would save the larger, pine-knot chunks for laying up the parlor stove fire at night. Despite that, the parlor fire would by morning burn down to ashes and a few embers. Getting up.