Remembering the history of Deadwood from my past gave a real feeling of dread. From what I remembered, Deadwood lost almost half its people due to the... smallpox epidemic in August of 1876. This was something that sent fear all through my mind as to what I could do about it. I wasn’t worried about myself, since I had been vaccinated as a child. However, I was very worried about my family. Turning to the young man I told him. ‘I don’t mean to worry you but from what you describe it sounds pretty. Sort of like the keys for your home or your car." "Fuck you man, these things are heavy. And why am I carrying all of this. It's your cottage." "Exactly," you reply "It's my cottage, so if you want to party here, you have to carry." Steve looks at you and laughs, "Ya, well all the booze and shit is in MY car; so unless you want to invite everyone into a dry cottage, you'll be doing a little bit of carrying yourself." You see the wisdom in Steve's comments and make your way outside to the 'car'.. Our tongues intertwined. After that, he proceeded to kiss me all over my face with one of his hands lightly choking my throat.Gently but firmly, he guided me to get back on my knees. This time I held his ever-growing dick and started stroking it with two hands while I held the popsicle between my lips. By now, the melting sugary syrup was dripping out of the corners of my mouth. I then brushed his dick against my dripping lips, lathering it with another sweet and sticky strawberry layer.“Let’s. ”Mentally grinning Aoife said, “I am not. I am just exercising my telepathy.”“Well I thought it sounded as if you were speaking. I don’t know about you all but there are times that I find it difficult to distinguish between comprehending a telepathic thought and hearing it verbally.”“Do we need to?” queried Keri of Sarah’s Clan.“Good question. Keri, correct?”“Yes, Ma’am”“Well, I think you do need to recognize which it is, ‘cause if you respond to someone verbally and they aren’t anywhere near.