“You have cold beer?” “I don’t know if it’s really beer. I brew it myself using stuff things that I gather. Honey, berries, wild oats, barely, and grains. And I use sour dough to get the fermentation going. It’s not likely to win any awards but it seems relatively tasty once you get used to it. I don’t know how much of a drinker you are but it for sure gets me tipsy. I filter it using a sifter that I use for flour and a coffee filter. It’s not perfect. Just make sure you don’t drink any more of the solids than you have to.” “Then for sure. A cold beer would taste good.” Sharon took a sip of Bill’s home brew. She licked her lips. It wasn’t beer, but it was certainly strong enough. She asked him if he had ever had the alcohol concentration determined. Neither of them had eaten anything since Winnipeg except part of a bag of chips and it was already having an effect on her. “You’re right about getting you tipsy. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t eaten much or if the beer is just stronger.” Whether it was because of the alcohol or because she was exhausted, over dinner Sharon became a bit more relaxed. Hercules took a shine to Sharon and lay down to sleep outside her bedroom door when they turned in for the evening. indian With all the night sounds of the woods, the stress from the day, and the alcohol, Sharon tossed and turned for a bit before she finally fell asleep. In the morning after having dinner leftovers for breakfast Bill told Sharon about his plans to trap some game for expanding his diet choices. Sharon offered to help him set up the traps and as they went around setting them up, Bill gave Sharon a working tour of the area around the cabin. Once Bill had chosen places on trails that seemed well used, Sharon asked Bill about the lake and the pier. After Bill told her it was the lake where he had caught the fish for their dinner the previous night, she asked if Bill would teach her how to fish. They worked for the next several days getting the traps working reliably and by the end of the week Sharon and Bill went to the pier on the lake. Sharon wasn’t proficient with a casting rig, so Bill set her up with a cork and showed her how to fish for smaller fish from the pier. She was too innocent to realize why he wanted to hear her say the word, but she realized instinctively that it would be a mistake to try to placate him by giving in. But then she slipped her feet easily into the stirrups, seeming quite adept at movement in a saddle. “Come now come now,” the Caravan Master spoke hurriedly, trying to press some authority into his low rough voice, “no one is looking for a fight, what’s going on here?” “Either way, they still have Chris Smith, Steven Ban, my brother, and Kevin Williams,” I add. But it was not until recently that we actually met face to face. He grinned and doubled down his on the power of his thrusts, more grateful than ever before for his powerful frame and stamina, feeling the pleasure build and build, already past the point of no return. You see, Jake, Ally loved us both equally, and when you put me away, she lost half the person that she loved. Riding crops, paddles, floggers and whips hung from the walls like hunting trophies. "I missed you." When they got out I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy until I orgasmed. Her impression was that a hooker provided what the customer wanted and didn’t worry about herself. I couldn't quite work up the courage to do that, so we rode to my place in silence. We snuck out to the baseball dugouts and indian I pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles and stuck my tongue deep inside that ass of hers. If he refuses and I can call my husband and he’ll request the principal himself.