Yes I like them nice silk black knickers , Looks like you need a trim too & busting out laughing, she looks at me straight in the face and says I bet ...you would like to take them off, yes I would,Well she says we had better go upstairs, she goes in the bathroom saying I will just have a good wash, ok I says moving to the bedroom I shut the curtains & I sit on the bed waiting for her, she comes in & kisses me saying stand up well she starts taking my trousers down and my underwear my cock spring. Second, we don't do that kind of friendly relations. Third, I don't like bullies or braggarts. You seem to be both."He looked at me and noticed that I was not armed and he had a pistol at his hip. What I said also made him mad. "Bitch, I take what and who I want. You'll come with me."Still calm, I said, "No. You're going to learn a very harsh lesson and, if you're lucky, you might live to appreciate it."He started to pull his pistol but Bennie's hand was there first and Harry could feel a gun. A day would come when we would have to find a way to grow our own food. There were twenty of us, but our sixteen more-or-less adult members had, to date at least, demonstrated the possession of very few survival skills. Our Canadian fishermen were the big exception. Ingmar and Roald had given us the ability to get around by sea, and to stay together in a defensible environment.How long could that go on? We needed more people, and we needed people with more skills. If we wanted to live ashore. If we went to him then he’d nearly always fuck me, usually bending me over something and sliding his fat dick into me. At weekends we would always try to see him even if we couldn’t stay with him. It was when we visited him mid week that I learnt he had help Monday to Friday. Rebecca was mid forties. A curvy redhead with huge tits and thick ass. She was very polite and sexy. She helped with his business in the capacity of a secretary but I wondered if there was more to it. He did tell me he.