Mike sent Jessie down to the RV to give them one of our feedbags and some plastic liners that keep them from getting gross. Victor told him that was u...nnecessary and he had already given him plenty but Mike insisted and Victor graciously accepted.“Dancer, I asked you last night if this is something you really want to do. I am very serious that I am not going to let you quit for seven days. You’ll eat every meal with a feedbag, and you’ll shit and piss outside like a pony. You’ll have to be. She was too drunk to listen to or comprehend anything I had to say, and she slept through Saturday with minor incidents of going to the bathroom and puking her brains out. I mean what was I supposed to do. I really hope she does come to the dinner. When DJ and I got to my mom’s house we weren’t the only people there. It was filled with everyone. Everyone that is except Ryshari. How could she stand me up like this? I mean damn we got in a fight so what. That’s what relationships are about. If. The truck would drive up to the pile of trash and the men on back would drop off and start slinging bags. Anyone watching couldn't keep track of one bag. Twice during the pickup the compactor had to be triggered. While one man ran that, the other was bringing more bags from the pile to the truck and the process would start all over again."I spotted the bag as we drove up. I ignored it until I was moving bags to the truck for the second cycle of the compactor. There was room to hide the bag. Jeff gets a nice view but wants to see more.This should be fine, right? I might be able to open my legs a little, what do you think?I mean, so long as no one is directly behind you, and you aren’t around any mirrors, maybe.Kylee bends her hips up to excite her brother. Then gets up slowly, bringing her ass to her heels, begging for doggy style.You should probably put on some underwear.It’s all too small. Wait, maybe I have something.Kylee returns seemingly unchanged. But when she flips up her.