"Yes," Wendy said. "We home school them."This is 1929, the Stock Market took a hit and Minnesota is the land of the Little Red One Room School. It is ...never more than three miles ... uphill both ways ... through three feet of snow ... away from a little red schoolhouse. The teacher lives in one of two places; in the back of the school ... or next-door to the school in the Teacherage. (That's like a Parsonage but for a teacher not a preacher.) The little red schoolhouse is supported by the. REAL!! My fingers probed Mary's slippery, pussy! She grunted, softly, into my chest and gyrated on my hand! The sounds of her loosening pussy getting more moist with each thrust of my fingers was starting to drive me wild! In one quick motion, I lifted Mary's shaking and panting body up! Turned around with her in my arms and, in just two steps, had her on her bed! Her ass and legs hung over the edge and her delicate feet were resting on my shoulders! I was leaning forward and had started to rub. “Now pay your respects to the Elders as it is tradition and just, or do you reject our laws and traditions?”“I live by it,” Isegrim bowed and greeted the Elders as it was required. “I have a wife that is close to giving birth, the joys of fatherhood await me and I intend not to miss a moment of it.”One of the elders said, “According to our laws and traditions, I ask you here and now, are you intending to become the clan Chief of the Olafson? Are you going to ask the Circle present to confirm ye. He travels down, eventually feeling the light wisps of her well-trimmed sex. His fingers split to either side with the middle one lightly sliding over the center. He does not press in at all, but her passion has preceded him and she parts easily. The willingness of her moist sex encourages him and she feels his delight pressing into her back as he shifts slightly to the right to better reach her. He slides his hand back up until that wicked center finger hovers over that which craves his touch..