I retired from the Marines, ma’am, and I’ve returned home to my roots. I’ve been living here rather sparsely for the past 16 months while I repaired and remodeled. First the outside, and then I gutted the inside; brought it up to code, slow but steady as they say with some help from old friends and neighbors. I don’t need indian much, and I’m sorry for the lack of amenities a gentle lady like you is accustomed too. If the weather lets up, I’ll go out to the barn and bring in some things to make you more comfortable. I’m not the greatest cook in the world, but how do eggs, bacon, and English Muffins sound to you? “It sounds delightful, Sir, what rank did you hold? I’ll bet you were an Officer,” and she was delighted as she had little to eat the past few days, and was charmed at being called a gentle lady. “I retired as a Colonel, ma’am, Rachel, may I call you Rachel? Please call me John. Are you a Southern Lady?” “Yes and yes,” she replied, smiling which in turn had him smiling back. “I was on my way to Niagara Falls teen when the snowstorm hit. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I was born and lived all my life in Savannah, Georgia. My family traces our roots in America back to the early 1800s, and our brick house is a historical landmark. “We have something in common,” John replied nodding approvingly, “deep family roots and a sense of belonging.” “Yes, we do.” she agreed more intrigued with him now. “I’m a Nurse Practitioner by profession. I’m looking for a fresh start and change of scenery. Is it always so cold in this part of New York State? Is this normal snowfall for this time of year?” “How about we finish this conversation in the kitchen? Ladies first,” he offered her his arm, with Buddy following close behind them. When they got to the kitchen, he pulled out her chair, and she sat down at the kitchen table. “I suppose one gets used to it. March snowstorms such as this happen but aren’t the rule. Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips are waiting to bloom under the snow, and besides, snowstorms make me appreciate the summer months, and I look forward to the fall colors, “he explained opening a fresh bag of dry cat food while his cat danced about and rubbed against him. “We have mild winters too,” he said, filling a small, chipped bowl with cat food. “It’s all contingent upon the weather patterns over Lake Ontario. I don’t mind amateur snow or the winter months. I enjoy the quiet solitude and peaceful beauty of it after years of the hot, dry, grit of desert sand; sand gets into everything,” He said truthfully measuring the coffee into the coffee pot with his thoughts wandering to Rachel with her hair up, wearing a pale green summer dress and wanting to kiss her. “Did you ever marry John?” she asked, watching him place the much used and chipped, white speckled blue enameled percolator coffee pot on the gas stove. She I imagined her with her parasol. At first I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want to be there without him. “Come on girl, you know what to do.” My brain went from stripping to live sex shows. We were silent as we moved through the cabin. He actually blushed. The big girl started to tremble, Ryan held her as her body shook, that memory, Oh God, that memory, she'd never forget, maybe never want to. That's pretty heavy." Doc said two of our buses are arriving and they are going to evaluate the girls. They pulled it apart and showed her pink inner-privates. Pakpao was still euphorically content looking. I looked up at him and realized that was probably the best offer I have had recently. We match each of the new Goblins up with one of the old boys to watch over them. She agrees…. Spending time with them helped. How are you going to take care of me? She unzipping his pants pulling out his massive cock as she shouted luckily nobody heard her. His hands trembled as he lowered his boxers to the floor, revealing his stiff cock at last. "When?" Just seeing her changed my mood because we been teen friends and stuck through of the experiences in high school. “Looks like you need it.” “Mmm, let me just give you that last little bit to send you over the edge,” purred Greta. Through blurred tears I look around the hold, wishing I was an anonymous naked captive, instead of the famous Colonel Melena de Santo, pride of the space fleet and about to become its shame. I grabbed her, squeezing my wife's rump. “You totally do! “I know what she’s done… and yet, she still wants to be with your boring, hick ass… doesn’t she? “More what?” he asked, amused, as her feet were suddenly free and she stood beside him, in front of the cross. She would moan and gasp. And original indian Earth." She sees that he is only wearing a small loincloth made out of some kind of animal skin. “I didn’t use my nickname, Sadie. He was dying amateur to be free from the constraints of his pants. My long dark hair went well with my always tanned face and body. “Where is she?” “Was the whole fucking school not enough for you, you god damn slut? “She just wants to cum on my cock, don't you?” I moaned, thrusting into her. "Yes, make me cum, fuck yes," she cried out, squirming on the bed. Her spandex short-pants have soaked and ridden way up into the maw of her nasty cunt, forming a huge skintight camel toe. "It was really special and it was weird, but it totally worked. “Why would I ever agree to that?” Ronja objected.