This abode should be situated near some water, and divided into different compartments for different purposes. It should be surrounded by a garden, an...d also contain two rooms, an outer and an inner one. The inner room should be occupied by the females, while the outer room, balmy with rich perfumes, should contain a bed, soft, agreeable to the sight, covered with a clean white cloth, low in the middle part, having garlands and bunches of flowers upon it, and a canopy above it, and two pillows,. One night when it was my turn to treat she came over and we ordered Chinese. As we sat there talking I could tell something was bothering her but I couldn’t figure it out. I figured it was something that ass Chris did after the divorce but just wanted to make sure. I kept asking and she kept telling me nothing until she finally blurted out “I haven’t been fucked in almost 6 months. It’s like I’m some ugly hag now and no man would want me.” I tried convincing her that she was still pretty damn. "Come on lover," she murmured. "Give me your beautiful ballerina butt. Make it nice and hard for Rosie." I did just that. "Yeah, babe! Wonderful!" Her grinding started out slow and steady, but she wasn't long upping her game, almost frantically pumping herself on my taut ass while lifting me to untold heights with her deft fingering. As we neared our peaks we panted and screamed in ecstasy. She sent me over the top first and then again and again and again. She took her own share of course. They. He was squatting next to two dead dogs and a dead roe deer. It appeared that they'd been shot. I lined up the holes. It looked like someone came around the fence down at the beach and set up a ground stand. I walked down and took a look. Yep, there was the mark in the sand where someone had set down a bucket and sat on it. It was probably standard ice fishing gear—a five gallon bucket with a hot seat on it.The bodies weren't solid yet so it hadn't happened too long ago. I walked the shoe prints.