In another corner were three or four rifles, muskets and a shotgun together with powder and shot.There were a number of men, hostlers and herdsmen, to... look after the horses, of which there was a fair number, and to harness the teams. They were dressed in very rough fashion, most of their clothing looking home made by someone whose acquaintance with a needle and thread was only slight. Most wore a rough shirt tucked into baggy pantaloons, on the inner thighs of which were stitched leather. Even her boatman was standing tall and proud, and I knew my tongue would soon be dancing all over her little girl-cock. She looked down at me, as she slowly pulled her ass-cheeks apart—as if to make more room for my face, and then, every so slowly, she sank towards me as my tongue snaked greedily out to lick at her swollen lips. I could taste the musky tang of our fuck—a most delicious sauce. She was literally leaking clear fuck juice from between her puffy lips, you could see it coating her. My mom stormed out of the bathroom and into my room yelling that I had to get ready, now. I mumbled something about having a stomach ache and said that I really didn't feel good enough to play tennis. " Besides, that teacher is always looking at me funny" " And he makes comments about my tennis outfit all the time" "what do you mean?" I suddenly heard my father meddle into the conversation "He looks at you funny" " And what comments?" " Did he touch you Charlie,honey?" "What?.......No dad!" " I. Once things are a certain way, the way she likes them, she wants them to stay that way. She doesn't see any sense in messing with things that ain't broke. Grandpa on the other hand would change things up every week if she let him have his way. As it is, she lets him change two things a year."There's gonna' be a war." The likes of which none of us as ever seen," he said, grinning. "And it would be ten times worse if the furniture had gotten ruined. He's got almost everything stored in the barn.".