Biting her lower lip, she gave herbody one good relaxing stretch, found a position shecould hold, and drifted back into sleep.The next conscious momen...t was of a warm hand slidingover the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced thelengths of the raised bruises as a blind man readsBraille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch,opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing andprodding. As his fingers found the swollen and tenderlips of her cunt,. .yah.. I make good chicken too.. But only chicken). She came over a Saturday to my place in the morning around 11AM and I started making cocktails for her and me and also cooking the lunch. We started talking about like in general and how it used to be when we dated and how it is to be married and all.After a few rum cocktails, I made some vodka cocktails and because of mixing the drinks it started hitting us. As we continued talking, the topic hit to her husband. She became a little bit. As he walked around the settlement Roger was pleased to see some new families being formed between the Indian women and some of his men. Three of Margarita's female relatives were paying amorous attention to three of Roger's men also. Some of the new families were already busy working on their cabins instead of relaxing as Roger said they could.On the morning of the fourth day after his return to Birmingham Roger called his senior staff together for formal reports and a planning session. After. .." We'll be there in a bit," Dave said, then he ended the call."I don't want to be trouble," Brindy said."You're not trouble, you're family, Brin," Dave said.That's another reason that I love Dave.Brindy twisted, pushing Dave's legs apart. I did not know what she was doing, but she slid one leg between his. "You get the other leg, Lita."I did that. Very big hug. It is like Dave is holding twins. One arm for Dave. One arm for Brindy. She has her head on Dave's chest. She is looking into my.