That's me she said. No, Dr. Mike Quinn. I'ts still me. OK got some freight for ya.Looking at the crate he unloaded Michaela was at a loss what this mi...ght be. Giddap the teamster shouted. Michaela went to the wooden box on her porch. Going to need a hammer she thought, wonder if Sully has one in the shed.Sully was her live in Man. Having failed as a miner and as a homesteader he now had, thanks to Michaela's connections an appointment as an Indian Agent for the Government. Sully had the mental. Then he opened the hair removal cream and after reading the instructions he applied a thick coat of the smelly cream over the hairs in his crotch and buttocks making sure that he got into all of the crevasses. The cream smelt quite vile and he was glad when he finally got into the shower and rinsed it all off. He watched with amusement as small clumps of his body hair disappeared down the drain. He was amazed at how smooth his body felt as he washed himself under the shower. It felt quite. She replied ” anyways hubby is not there doesn’t mean I should stay alone I am bored staying alone” and she invited me to go to her houseI forgot to tell her stats she was wearing 36d black colour bra and good body with a good ass umma I just love her pussy un-imaginable it wasWe went inside her home in malleshwaram only it was nearly 1 pm and she immediately locked the door.She made me sit on the sofa switched on the tv and she told me to keep waiting there after some time I was surprised she. I was still seething and pissed off as I took the address and headed off in my car to meet with Mr & Mrs Johnson. I dreaded the idea of a room in someone’s house, the lack of privacy, the lack of opportunity to bring girls back and of course stumbling in drunk whenever I wanted. As I pulled up outside the house I was pleased to see that it was in a nice clean area not too far from the college, and not some crappy council estate. Knocking on the door I was greeted by a slightly balding man in.