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This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. It was a crisp, but not cold, end of October evening in the “middle ground” just north of Vidalia, Louisiana, when Shelly stepped out of the woods casting and walked across the harvested cotton patch toward a small square of grass and weeds that stuck out almost like an island into the empty field. If you looked closely at that square, you could see the remnants of a brick foundation sticking slightly out of the grass just inside where the weeds gave way to a cultivated field. In the middle of that foundation was a more modern piece of brickwork. Modern, of course, is relative. These bricks had been exposed to the elements for at least a hundred years, but they were machine-made, kiln-fired bricks rather than the hand-made, sun-dried bricks that had once been the foundation of the house. Years of wind and rain had worn those soft bricks down to the point where only one or two courses still stood above ground level. With the strength that comes from the kiln, however, and without the severe winters of the more northern states to freeze and crack the mortar which held the bricks together, the benches and supports for what appeared to be a stone picnic table still stood as solid as when they had been built many decades before. The large picnic basket sitting in the middle of the table was even more modern. The food czechcasting.com and drink inside, although classic foods of czech the area from days gone by, were freshly prepared. A young man sat waiting at the table. Harold’s dark skin and dark clothing caused him to almost blend into the shadows of dusk. His face brightened when he saw Shelly’s white dress blowing in the evening winds as she crossed the cotton patch. Her peaches and cream complection was only slightly darker than the white dress which billowed around her. She was married in that dress. And she would have been buried in that dress had they ever found the body... or the dress. No bodies or human remains of any sort were ever recovered from the ruins of the house. By the time the fire had burned itself out, there was nothing left but a thin layer of fine, gray ash, confined mostly within the four rows of bricks which held the house slightly off the wet ground. Not finding the bodies was probably best. I wish this so that all of society’s eggs are in one basket. “Are you coming back tonight?” I ask. He felt like he would burst with pride. “Wow, I can still taste my ass on your cock!” She said before diving back down and resuming her cleanup task. It was an interesting way to introduce ourselves to the world, but I guessed it had to happen eventually. It wasn’t specifically the cows, but rather that she needed the cows for this. I wished them well and hung up. All she could think about was the new feelings casting and sensation she had just experienced and how wonderful they felt and she liked the sensation caused by her hands rubbing and pinching her nipple and crotch. I stroked down her pussy wall and found her G-spot. Mmmmm, by the end of the week I wanted that job! “Indeed” replied Captain Berzin. “What’s to eat? Her head wheeled around, taking in the details, trying to decode the situation, but she was barely coherent. Right now." "I really like the collar and shackles. My pussy gripped him. When the men pulled their expended cocks out of the fuck holes, Beth moaned as her body craved an orgasm. He threatened to go to the authorities if dad didn't let you go right then. 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