.”“So much for cultural superiority.”He turned his head to look at me sideways. “Like a second generation child of Korean descent...”“Root...s,” I laughed. “Coon-ass.”“Heyyyyy!” He whined. “You ain’t supposed to know what a coon-ass is...”(Auth. Note: ‘Coon-ass’ is a colloquial nickname for ‘Cajun’. Its origin is murky, but for years the Louisiana Air National Guard was known as the ‘Coon-ass Militia’. It’s pretty wide-spread along the Gulf Coast)“I’ve been working on construction sites too long,”. .. girl in the root cellar? How long has she been there?” I asked.“Two or three days ... or weeks, depending on who is telling the story,” Timm said. “I had no idea so I suppose she’s been here since I went to Painswick.”“The damsel I’m supposed to rescue is in the custody of the Mayor. She’s in the cellar?”“So they say,” said Timm.“Think we should find out?” I asked.The root cellar door was locked by looping a new rope through the the two handles and tied with a square knot ... ease of. So I did the only thing I could think of. I strode towards him and kissed him senseless. I had to jump him and wrap my legs around his waist just to reach him. We would have fallen if it wasn’t for Daddy’s quick reflexes but I couldn’t really care. I nipped Daddy’s lips to ask permission to enter his mouth it only to him a second to respond and when he did I started entering my tongue in his mouth playing with his. After a minute or two my Daddy grew tired of letting me lead. He quickly took. ” “Why would she be pissed off at you?” “Because off and on we,ve been having an affair.” she sighed, half expecting me to explode, but I rarely get jealous. “Tell me all about it then.” My cock was stiffening as I began to finger her juicy snatch. “Mike Came round one evening you were working and Chris was at Elaine,s (Chris, friend). He said Chris was coming back to see him, but later he admitted he came to see me. He said one time when he was in our house with Chris he had to go to the.