That requires farming equipment. Unfortunately, that equipment doesn’t exist here on the island. We need someone, locally, to make it,” Betsy said....“I can make it, if I know what needs to be made,” Al said.Betsy held up a briefcase and then put it on the desk. She said, “I had a couple of students from the Druid College make up some plans for general purpose farming equipment appropriate for the kind of small scale agriculture we expect to see here.”“Plans from the Druid College,” Al repeated. So I tilted myself a bit to extended the field of my vision and finally, as every time, spotted her standing next to her washing machine. She was pouring washing powered in the machine. Suddenly she looked at me. I turned myself down pretending to be asleep. Then, as I followed her activity, I saw her undressing in a mild rush. She took off her kurti and made her tank visible. I shied a bit and closed my eyes. But then I started gazing again. I saw her wearing a white tank. A tightly wound. “So good, so fucking good, so fucking good,” Sarah is moaning standing with her legs spread, resting on the edge of a table as Pauline is licking her cunt lips.We are passionately kissing as I stand alongside her watching on. “Oh fuck yes, yes, yes, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”She has her hand wrapped around my erection as she slides a hand along it.“I love it, love it,” she is moaning with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face as I lick her nipples. Sarah’s magnificent thighs have never looked. It felt like her body was cut in two. The soldier raped her butt, fucking Tanya hard and long, his loins smacking hard against her firm buttocks every time he drove his huge thick cock all the way into the wailing slut. GOD SHE WAS SO TIGHT! The soldier could not believe his luck, truly enjoying both the physical pleasure and the humiliation of a white bitch. She was the sort of heavenly bitch, he had so far only seen in porn magazines, but now was the victim of his big throbbing cock pounding.