But we talk, instead. About building a house near here. Just on the other side of that copse of trees perhaps. But not in this meadow. This meadow is ...just for picnics and gathering wildflowers. I'll quit my job teaching the classics to spoiled rich kids who only like Macbeth for the wrong reasons. I'll become a writer full time, and you'll take that job teaching art at the summer camp and run a little gallery the rest of the year.We say that every summer. And every fall, I go back to school and. The troops pulled him away the Major trying to placate him." We have to wait," he explained angered again at his own impotence." We'll have air support before dawn!"One hundred and twenty miles above the west coast of mainland USA Miss Crome was lapsing in and out of consciences. Her world had changed from a cramped claustrophobic shell to a half mile long craft; but she had little sense of this. Her vision was blurred to the point of been almost blind, her head throbbing from intense G force. ....Now it was time.I took my bat large end forward and pressed it against her cunt with my fingers I spred her lips wide. she begged ram it in me please Daddy. and so I did all at once ten inches of four inch round bat went up my little girls cunt all at once it went into her womb the shriek she made scared me, but the look of pain and delight on her face made me know she was in heven, pain was her pleasure and I was her instument. I twisted the bat making her cum agian and started pumping it. " "I just don't see apretty woman like yourself in a room full of baseball poster, now doyou." Billy just hung his head in humiliation, shame and acceptance andnodded as his mother fussed with his hair net and scarf. Tying them offjust like hers with a pretty pink bow atop his forehead. "I think we canget Aunt Carol to find you some really sweet hairdo posters, the kindshe has at her beauty shop." "Those kinds of pictures will be much moresuitable for your new room." Yes, lovely posters of.