We were filthy with sweat and dirt by the time morning turned to noon, with piles of wood scattered through the forest. We stopped for the day and returned home. “Ok, girls,” I said, standing in the kitchen and making them sandwiches, “this week, I want you to go back and collect the wood I just cut up. Stack it up in the shed, but leave enough room for tools. Any extra wood we have can be stacked up on the porch.” Momo, of course, whined at the prospect of more work, but Sonja was as happy as could be. September turned to October, and my home became an island in a sea of autumn leaves. It was beautiful beyond words, being able to wake up and come home while gazing upon waves amateur of yellow, orange, and red. With the start of fall, the weather started getting colder, though just at night. The girls insisted on remaining naked, simply blowjob waiting for the late morning before finally rising out of bed and going outside. I started testing out the woodstove, making fires in the gay morning and evening to keep away the chill. It took only a few pieces to heat the whole house, a very good sign that our wood supply would last the winter. One afternoon, I found myself just standing on the front porch, looking out on the leaves covering my yard. It was actually something I was not used to, both my childhood home and my rental house not surrounded by trees, at least anything but pine, birch, and swamp maple. I hadn’t really paid much attention to the lawn bareback since coming here, too focused on other things or simply not seeing the point in getting nitpicky, though something was nagging at me to rake the leaves. Maybe in the spring, I could start a vegetable garden to help cushion our food expenses, as well as teach the girls responsibility. I could gather up all the leaves into a compost pile. I had promised myself I would get as much done as possible once the weather cooled down, so I might as well keep myself busy. The weekend arrived, and I bought three cheap rakes. The girls and I were once again standing in front of the house, me facing them like a staff sergeant examining two new recruits. As usual, they were naked, Sonja smiling with her never-ending reservoir of canine joy, and Momo scowling from cumshot the knowledge that she was going to have to exert effort. “Girls, today, we are going to rake the yard. We are going to gather all of the leaves into one big pile. This is going to be an ongoing project, we’ll do it every weekend until the leaves stop falling.” “Masteeeeer, Momo doesn’t want to do thaaaaaat.” I adjusted quickly, aligning myself over the hole so that I could let my delicate bits dangle through. Afterwards we have a cast party which I must attend for an hour or so. “But if you don’t hate me, why would you want me to forget the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me?” The horizon-line is cumshot actually more of a bow. Bren challenged her, "Would you have shown those guys your boobs?" They had amateur already gone gay away on some golfing-trip-package-deal. Are you two okay? I said ok baby that is how it will be then, and we will see if it will work. Complimenting him on his big cock and how he could last so long in bed. Her middle fingers formed a ‘V’, to show her lips between them. In my life, I had never cum that much at one time, I think I was a bit mesmerized by the quantity, and thinking it was glad I’d pulled away, lest I drowned. He was finally going to take what he has been craving for weeks, he wanted to wrap his wrinkly old hand around her throat and fuck her doggy style, he wanted to dig his old dirty cock into her tight young body. When she got back she found out Jackson had given her her own apartment to stay in. "Oh yeah it was fucking great, but I didn't last long and I couldn't take it out." he was almost in tears. “Okay, Luke said, let’s watch Emily bring herself off then go for a swim, then head of back to the San An to get a snack before our evening of debauchery.” “It had been over 4 hours since I had last climaxed.” Aunt Sheen reminded me. Disgust and horror bareback coursed through her as she imagined having to bed such an blowjob old fart. “If it's what you want to do,” I said. Sally waited, knowing it was a game, yet not liking the severity of the fact that she was actually alone and locked in a real prison cell. Do that for your mother, and you'll have something magical.” Then I switched to the History Sub-Menu.