Pfand XChapter 5
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Tom Farmer, with a frown on his face, grabbed the first of several envelopes that had arrived by private courier earlier that morning. The fact that they came by private courier, working for a Wache firm, was enough to let him know that the contents of the letters dealt with business of concern to the Pfand X. He had been getting a lot of letters, lately, and it was beginning to worry him.
He opened the envelope knowing that it contained a second envelope containing the letter. The inner envelope was sealed with wax imprinted with the seal of the family to which the sender belonged. He carefully examined the seal, convincing himself that it was intact.
He broke the seal and extracted the letter. Opening it, he saw that it was addressed, as expected, to 'The Landowner, ' his official title as head of the Bauer family line. he groaned on reading the first line.
The Landowner,My farm is officially closing this week. As a result of water restrictions by the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation and Federal Courts, all of my Almond trees have died. It took three years to kill them all off. As you are well aware, our attempts to get emergency measures through Congress have failed.
James Farmer
Tom was well aware of the situation referred to in the letter. It was a triple whammy for farmers – drought, increases in urban demand for water, and an endangered fish believed to be threatened by pumping water from the Sacramento-San Joaquin Delta in Northern California. One million acres of farm land had been put out of production with another two million growing less food than normal.
Congress wouldn't touch the issue with a ten foot pole. The courts wouldn't even take up the case. The fact that they had been unable to prevent this from happening, despite their tremendous economic assets, worried and angered him. People could fill swimming pools and water their lawns to have green patches of grass around their house, but farmers couldn't water their crops. There was something seriously wrong when one of the most productive farming areas in the country was shut down like that.
He wondered who in their right mind would favor lawns and swimming pools over food. Nothing about this situation made sense to him. With unemployment in California at an all time high, they were putting even more people out of work by destroying so many farms. It was irrational, to say the least.
He grabbed the next letter off of the stack, and opened it dreading what it would contain.
The Landowner,My dairy farm was closed yesterday morning by the EPA. Apparently I am guilty of violating a new environmental regulation concerning spilled milk. Milk is now to be treated as a toxic hazard equivalent to oil. I was unaware that I was required to have a documented and approved spill prevention plan.
A Curador is currently trying to find out the details of the regulation, but has not made any headway. He has been told that the regulation exists, but they can't provide him with a copy of it until he files a Request for Public Information. He's puzzled by this since regulations are supposed to be a matter of public record and they will have to present the regulation in court.
I am not allowed to milk my cows until I have an approved spill prevention plan. Apparently, the process for getting a plan approved will take a minimum of six months. I won't have a dairy farm if my cows aren't milked soon.
If I am found guilty, I will be barred from dairy farming for life. I am facing a multimillion dollar fine and possible jail time. It is doubtful that I will be found not guilty. As they say, ignorance of the law is no excuse. The Curador lawyer believes otherwise.
I should mention that ten other dairy farms in the area are affected as well. None of those farms are affiliated with the Pfand X. The Curador and I believe that this is a test case that is being brought in an EPA friendly court in order to establish a precedent that will effectively block contesting the regulation in the future. The local judge was at one time a lawyer for an animal rights organization.
Henry Plantar
Henry was the fourth generation Bauer to run that dairy farm. He ran a tight operation that was well above national standards. He was well connected and well liked within the farming community. Tom was sure that Henry's farm closure had sent shock waves through the farming community. There was no telling how people would respond to this action by the EPA.
This letter was very worrisome. He had heard that the EPA was proposing such a regulation, but had not heard that the regulation had actually passed. The fact that neither he or Henry had known about the regulation was very disturbing, although nowhere near as disturbing as learning that a Curador could not get a copy of it. The EPA was required to publish regulations, but ... there was publishing and there was publishing. For all he knew, the regulation could have been published in a mathematics journal ... by accident ... instead of a dairy trade magazine. The mailing list for dairy farmers could have been confused with the mailing list for cod fisherman.
Tom tended to side with the Curador lawyer. He felt that Henry would be found not guilty, but only on appeal. The absence of proper notification of the regulation would get the case thrown out during appeal. The rejection of the Curador's request for a copy of the regulation would be passed off as his contacting a low level drone, who didn't know any better.
If the EPA wanted to shut down the dairy industry, the EPA didn't need to win the case in order to win the battle. In the time that it would take the case to move through the courts, all dairy farmers would have been put in an impossible situation. They would have to comply with the regulation, possibly having to close their dairy farm during the approval process, until the regulation was thrown out by a court or a grace period was established by the court. Ignoring the regulation would allow the EPA to forcibly close the farm and revoke the farmer's license to produce milk. No matter what, the dairy farms would be closed.
The dairy industry had been hit with enough regulations over the past four years to effectively put nearly every farm out of business. It was plain to Tom that someone wanted the dairy industry shut down. A lot of dairy farmers agreed with Tom on that matter. Even arguing that dairy products were an important source of nutrition wouldn't fly. The typical dairy section of a store now had as much soy milk as dairy milk.
Farms that managed to survive the increased regulations weren't out of the woods by any stretch of the imagination. There were now attempts to require farmers to have enclosed, air tight barns to capture the methane produced by dairy cattle. The idea was that the methane gas would be used in generating electricity and eliminate a green house gas from the environment in the process.
It sounded good on paper. Of course, no one had showed that it would be cost effective. No one knew how much it would cost to put the kind of structure and supporting equipment into place. There was the added danger that OSHA would declare such a structure an unsafe work environment. Animal rights activists would argue that trapping poor defenseless cows in a methane rich environment was cruel.
There was an alternative to hermetically sealed barns. That was the cow backpack for trapping methane gas. It was basically a plastic tank on the back of the cow with tube running to the exit port of the poor animal to collect the methane released when it farted. Tom had seen pictures of the device and considered it the stupidest thing he had ever seen – his apologies to the person who invented it.
Disheartened by the direction that his thoughts had taken, Tom grabbed the next envelope, and opened the enclosed letter following his standard procedure of checking the seal before opening the inner envelope.
The Landowner,Three days ago, Lawrence Plante was taken away by Homeland Security. Someone within Homeland Security decided that his purchases of nitrogen based fertilizers were excessive for the size of his farm. The best that we can tell it was because he rounded his fertilizer order up to the nearest ton, in his case-- three tons, which put him four hundred pounds over the DHS estimate. Our hypothesis for why he was arrested is that four hundred pounds of nitrogen fertilizer and the presence of diesel fuel tank for refueling his farm truck suggested to some overzealous agent that Lawrence was planning on building an explosive device.
At the present time, he is being held in an unknown location. I have Wache security firms trying to locate where he is being held. My attempt to get a writ of Habeas Corpus was denied on the grounds of national security.
Demitri Cura
Tom sat back in his chair stunned by the letter. He couldn't believe that Lawrence was hauled off by DHS for ordering an excess four hundred pounds on an order of six thousand pounds of fertilizer. That was practically nothing for a farm that size. Lawrence would have just stored the excess and used it the next year.
The presence of diesel fuel on the property was another red herring. It was common practice for farmers to have storage tanks of fuel, gasoline and/or diesel, on their property. Fuels for vehicles and equipment that were for farm use only were exempt from excise taxes. The fuel was dyed red so that law enforcement could prove if the fuel in a truck stopped on a public road had been sold without paying the excise taxes.
Having fertilizer and diesel fuel stored on a farm was business as usual and not a terrorist act. The fertilizer was necessary to grow the crop and the fuel was necessary in order to farm. Effectively, Lawrence had been arrested for trying to grow food.
He grabbed another letter.
The Landowner,Four women employed by a Damenstern escort service were entertaining executives from several of the large agricultural companies last week. Three turned up dead from drug overdoses. Their naked bodies were found in Central Park with signs of having been tortured. The fourth was found wandering around Soho in an obviously drugged state and was taken to a hospital. She died the next day under what I consider to be suspicious circumstances.
Initially, I treated this as a simple 'party gone bad' and started the investigation to locate the perpetrators until I discovered that the party was supposed to have taken place in Chicago and not New York. A Wache company employee did manage to interview the last woman before she died. Our take on the situation changed immediately when the woman mentioned something about a group of companies getting ready to seize billions of acres of farmland. I repeat, billions, not millions, of acres.
I think the matter is serious enough for you to request a Pfand X meeting.
The Whore
Tom's heart was pounding in his chest. This communication from the head of the Damenstern family line put everything that had been happening into context. Someone, or rather some group, was attempting to take over the entire agriculture industry. It explained why water was cut off to hundreds of farms in one of the richest farming areas in the country, why dairy farms were being shutdown, and dozens of other actions that were taking place to kill independent farmers.
The farmers without water would be forced to sell their farms. Without water, the land was useless for farming. No one wanted to live in a desert like that so it would be worthless for real estate developers. The value of the land would drop to nothing and could be bought up for pennies on the current dollar value. The water tap could be turned on and instantly the land would be valuable again.
If someone had been informed about the new EPA regulations, they would be in a position to purchase existing dairy farms that had been found non-compliant and claim they were now covered by an EPA approved milk spill prevention plan. They would get land, dairy cows, and equipment at cut-rate prices.
There were still envelopes to read.
The Landowner,My application to the FDA to start an organic cookie company was denied again. Apparently, as a new food production facility it has to be compliant with the European Union Hazard Analysis Critical Control Point (HACCP) system. I don't even know what that means.
I have no idea when it was decided that we have to follow EU practices. A Curador lawyer can't find where that regulation is buried. She is still looking, but believes that the individual who made that ruling was incorrect in thinking it had been adopted. She did find a proposal for such a regulation.
The last time my application was denied, it was denied on the basis that my facility failed an OSHA inspection. My loading docks were two inches too low. Before that, they were two inches too high. Someone is playing games.
Edward Plantar
Tom decided that the threat to the family wasn't only on farming, but food production as well. Edward had been trying for three years to open his production facility. The Pfand would continue to pump money into the project, but most individuals didn't have the backing that the Pfand could provide.
His jam and jelly companies had been hit with a number of new regulations over the past four years. There were probably a dozen government agencies that could pass regulations that impacted him. OSHA, FDA, EPA, and the USDA were the federal agencies that most easily came to mind. The state had additional agencies that were involved with health codes, worker safety, and tax codes. Then there was local government involvement with building codes and fire safety codes. He had even been required to perform a traffic impact study to determine if the local roads could sustain any increased in truck traffic to and from his factory. Complying with those regulations had nearly destroyed his profit.
Usually his problems started with some person showing up unannounced at the front door with credentials identifying him as an inspector for some government agency. The person would walk through the plant for an hour or two and produce a report declaring him to be out of compliance with some regulation. He'd be told that he was being fined and had to correct the problem within some impractical time period or face future fines. In one case, it had been discovered that the regulation hadn't actually been passed yet.
In light of what was happening, he realized that Carl Plante would have a very tough time getting his pickle factory opened. His time-line of having his facility operational within a year's time was overly optimistic.
The Landowner,My entire cocoa harvest was destroyed by Frosty Pod Rot, a fungus. Sixty other plantations were likewise affected. At the end of the growing season, cocoa will be worth its weight in gold.
According to a Wache investigator and a Curador scientist, the fungus appears to have been spread intentionally since only small producers like myself have been affected. The Curador scientist says that the fungus is a highly resistant strain. My plantation may never recover from it.
Juan Brewer
Tom was beginning to get a headache. He revised his hypothesis to make the plot global in nature.
There were still more envelopes for him to open. He grabbed one.
The Landowner,The E. Coli infection of my crop has required that I destroy the whole field. Local experts have theories that place the blame on the farmers, but they have no real evidence to support their theories. My farming practices run counter to the practices on which they base their theories. There is no reason that I can find for my crops to have been infected.
Heinrich Bauer
Tom muttered, "There's a reason all right."
He grabbed another envelope.
The Landowner,A potential problem area has come to my attention. Corn is one of the most significant crops in the United States. It is used directly as food for people, feed for animals, and as a source of fuel. Farmers have been converting their operations to take advantage of the high prices corn has been fetching of late.
Earlier this month, I was studying corn taken from the cornfield grown by our agriculture department of the university where I am employed. A small area of the cornfield didn't look right. Some of the plants had mottled leaves. I investigated further suspecting Maize Dwarf Mosaic Virus (MDMV). My suspicions were confirmed. As best as I can tell it is a genetically engineered variant of the Dwarf Mosaic Virus.
It appears that this virus is extremely active. Over the past two weeks it has spread to almost the entire cornfield. Interestingly enough, it is hybrid specific – that is, only a specific hybrid of corn appears to be susceptible to it. I know this because a nearby cornfield with a different hybrid of corn shows no sign of the virus despite the fact that there is less than twenty yards between fields. Unfortunately, the corn that is susceptible to the virus is a very widely used hybrid since it happens to be one of the cheapest seed stocks on the market.
A lot of farmers may be impacted by this virus. I know that your farmers do not use this particular hybrid, but the virus could mutate. I suggest that you warn members of your family about this issue. Some may want to avoid corn for the next few growing seasons while others might want to take advantage of the high corn prices that may result.
Daniel Cura
Tom shook his head in despair.
A failure of the corn crop would be a major economic catastrophe. Thousands of small farmers could lose their farms with a significant failure of such an important crop. He had no doubt that the release of the virus was intentional. The MDMV virus was spread by aphids. Of course, aphids were small insects that were easily transported and distributed. He couldn't imagine anyone in their right mind raising aphids, but they made a simple delivery mechanism.
The timing of the release didn't fit a large-scale outbreak. For it to have a significant effect on the harvest this year would require that it had been released last year. He figured that this was a test crop and would likely be burned before it had a chance to spread beyond the field.
Tom knew that are only three things that are necessary for life-- food, water, and air. Someone was attempting to gain control over the world's food supply. With control of food, one could rule the world. Anyone willing to go to that extreme would not tolerate any competition. If he was right, then the entire Pfand could be destroyed.
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Author: nabeel farooq ഇതൊരു ഇന്സ്സെസ്റ്റ് സ്റ്റോറിയാണ്. ദയവു ചെയ്തു ഇന്സ്സെസ്റ്റ് ഇഷ്ടമില്ലാത്തവര് ഇത് വായിക്കരുത്. എന്റെ വീട്ടില് ഞാനും (നബീല് 21) ഉമ്മയും (സൈനബ 39) എന്റെ അനിയനും (അഫ്സല് 18) മാത്രമേ ഉള്ളൂ. ഉപ്പ (ലത്തീഫ് 46) കുറെ കാലമായി ഗള്ഫിലാണ്. എനിക്കു 21 വയസ്സ് ഡിഗ്രി കഴിഞ്ഞു. അനിയന് 18 വയസ്സായി. അവന് പെരുമ്പിലാവ് ഒരു കോളേജില് താമസിച്ചു പഠിക്കുന്നു. ഞങ്ങളുടെ കുടുംബം നാട്ടിലെ അറിയപ്പെടുന്ന വളരെ യാഥാസ്ഥിതിക കുടുംബമാണ്. മലപ്പുറം ജില്ലയിലെ പാലക്കാടിന്റെ ബോര്ട്രിലാണ്. എന്റെ ഉമ്മ...
SCENE opens inside a car late one night. A group of teenagers are headed home from a party. Amy, a shy 18-year-old girl, sits in the backseat beside her best friend Heather. Heather is also 18-years-old but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a boy beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the party when suddenly, a cop car pulls up behind them and starts flashing its lights. The boy driving tells everyone to be cool and tries to smooth talk the cop when he...
xmoviesforyouI was raised on a 1200 acre ranch where my dad and older brother raises and breeds horses. Our part time hobby is competing in rodeos. My dad only watches anymore. My brother competes in team roping and I barrel race. I met this guy about a year ago at a rodeo in Wyoming. We have been friends, meeting each other about 4 times a year at rodeos. That's the only time we see each other. He lives in another state so we keep in touch through social media.Last spring my family and I went to Huston...
It all started with me having too much time on my hands during the holiday season and browsing various internet sites looking for some exciting, new sex-toy. I always dreamt about a glass dildo, and I felt the need to tighten my pelvic floor muscles, so I was after a set of vibrating balls too. Unfortunately it was on the same day when my husband told me, we need to tighten our budget as well, and even though I bought them in the January half price sale, I've ended up paying more then I should...
BDSM“I bet if you turned round now and faced away from the table and slowly slid your skirt right up your legs you would have every male in the bar watching you! It’s not only what you’ve got it’s what you do that gets attention .... and what’s more I can prove it! Turn round and face away from the table.” “No, I don’t trust you, what are you going to do?” “Just do it and you’ll see.” Jane looked a little nervous not sure what I had in mind but slowly turned to face outwards from the table so...
"Maid to Please" By Jayne Chapter Two Victor had only just begun to wonder who "they" might be, when Jayne replaced the blindfold over his eyes and pulled him gently to his feet. He felt a tug on the leash and she slowly led him across the floor. The tightness of the hobble skirt and the high heels prevented him from moving quickly, but she seemed in no particular hurry. When he heard the door creak open, he realised to his horror that she was taking him outside the...
My name is Mrs Katherine Beale, a forty-five year old married manager, for a top firm company in New York City. My husband, Bill, was a professional writer. Bill and I made out to be the very happily married couple in public but behind closed doors we were both miserable. Our sex life was non existent. But all that changed for me when Isabella Lopez entered my office one day. She was one of those beautiful women, with supermodel good looks, that you could not help to gawp in awe no matter if...
LesbianGracie watched as the two figures on the approaching zepthi grew closer. Wonderful, she thought, all they needed was another pair of zephti to add to their growing collection. When the couple grew closer, Rand came to stand behind her. He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Relax, sweetheart. It's just Arianna and Stephan. They are here to deliver the vaccine for the babies and me." He whispered in her ear; when she shivered in response, he smiled. Even though she was still recovering...
That night seemed to change things for the five of us. Tammy had done everything there was to do with me, and seemed to give permission for her girls to take their behavior to a sexier level. Amy crawled on top of me one night and after kissing me like it was going out of style, spun herself around and planted her naked pussy right on my mouth. She groaned when my tongue split her lips, and drilled deep inside her. I could feel her nipples harden against my lower abdomen as I teased her clit...
When we are together the next afternoon, Lyssa says, "Becca keeps wanting me to see her brother and she talks about you all the time. She's really wanting you. She says that now that she is having sex all the time, it's all she wants and when they make love she dreams that Tyler is you. You, Brian. What do you think of that? She's got the hots, for sure." "Yeah, but what about you? I love you, Lyss, and I love making love with you." "Well, we wouldn't have to stop. And, there's...
We’ve been holding onto this gem for a while now and like a fine wine Abbey James tastes better with time. So we find out that Abbey’s a hard working girl that works 2 jobs and has kids at home. A true MILF by definition and we understand now why she’s been pondering the idea of making a porno for the past 10 years. Yeah a decade is a long time to think about it and now that you’ve decided to dive head first into the deep end of the Porn Pool, Jay our resident stud will surely take care of you....
xmoviesforyouHello people salaam namaste kemcho, People in first part of this story I told you how me and maitry had oral sex and foreplay ,it was her first time and mera bhi first time tha, but kisi gujju ladki ke sath. I will take this further how I fucked her as I wanted her badly. Jab se maine uske sath oral sex kiya tha and foreplay kiya ussi raat se mai use imagine karta tha fucking with me , mera dimag se nikal hi nai raha tha jab maine uski gand ke bahar se ghasse lagaya tha who bhi itna sexy tha...
Entering the hotel atrium, I walked quickly past the front desk, figuring that if I didn't swing my arms I might be rendered nearly invisible, as if they fucking cared who I was or why I'd be there anyway. Maybe they'll just assume the Irish dancers are in town. I chuckled to myself but it did nothing to calm my nerves or slow my out of control heart rate. With a loud buzzing in my ears I stepped onto the empty elevator, pressing the button for your floor.As the doors closed, the din from the...
Quickie SexIt was a pure chance, on a nice day I had decided to go for a pint at my local at the edge of town. She must have pulled into the car park just as I went in the main doors. I wasn’t really taking much notice. The place was practically empty. It was only after my first long pull of my chilled lager that I saw her as she sat down. I don’t think it’s her local, but I’d seen her in here many times before, because you would notice her, an attractive woman with a blonde bob of hair, medium height...
Friday morning was another early morning breakfast with the Emir Bello. The Secret Service brought him to White House at 0600. I was sitting at my desk in the Oval Office discussing the Saudi agreement with General Ingram. An advance team from the Air Force would arrive in a few days from our airbase in Ad Dammam. At one look the map at the base at Ad Dammam made one question the necessity of adding another base in the area. But to have armor and infantry so close to Iran made a lot of...
The Marquesas Islands Residents across the islands were nervous, talking with neighbors and watching the night sky. There had been a flash high in the heavens and then word started to spread of an awful disaster. It was a bad omen. A series of furious calls were exchanged between Paris, Papeete, and the Marquesas Islands' administrative staff in Taiohae on the island of Nuku Hiva. Paris was adamant that the people of the Marquesas should take cover from potential radioactive...
Ever since I was a little boy I’ve always loved wearing girl’s clothes. I remember going through my mother’s lingerie drawer and trying on her panties and bras. I loved the way the silky sheer material felt against my body. As I got older I had less opportunities to indulge in my fetish until I got married. When my wife was away or at work I would wear her panties and bras while I masturbated. Luckily she was as tall as I was so the fit was pretty close. I would encourage her to buy plenty of...
Gay MaleValentine, Be Mine, Ch. 03 By Cherysse St. Claire This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters herein described and persons living or dead is purely coincidental. *** I had to go back to work Monday; there was no way to avoid it. It may not have been much of a job. It may have even been counter-productive, in terms of the case against my wife (I wonder if that had been a factor in her placing me there? Joanna had always had a sharp, detail-oriented mind and...
Part One Xenia?Teil 1?Vielleicht finden wir deine Xenia unter denen, die heute gekreuzigt wurden?? Von der Seite sah Lucius seinen alten Freund Crassus leicht mitleidig an: ?Wenn sie bei den rebellischen Sklaven war, dann haben wir sie mit gro?er Gewissheit gefa?t und wir finden sie hier an der Via Appia oder in einem meiner Verliese.?Schon von weitem sahen sie die Reihe der aufgerichteten Kreuze.?Nicht nur dass ich f?r diese geile Schlampe ein halbes Verm?gen bezahlt habe und dass sie ...
Mommy and I sat there, me on her lap, straddling her chubby stomach with my knees. Her hug was crushing, pressing my small chest against her as we lost control making out. It was sloppy and loud as we moaned and drooled all over one another. I grabbed her huge breast with my little hand for a moment and she wailed. I didn't know if id gone too far so I stopped and she panted. We both looked at each other, catching our breath. Both our faces were glistening with slobber and we started...
Chapter 10 Dinner for Two It was some time before either of us had the energy to even speak, let alone move, each content to lie in each other’s arms as our bodies slowly recovered from the totally shattering experience we had shared. Hanna made the first move, slipping from my arms and sitting up then bending to kiss me lightly. ‘Would you like to stay over Mac?’ ‘I’d love to Hanna.’ I said. ‘But it’s a bit impractical tonight, I have to be in Brussels early tomorrow morning and I brought...
Tom is out and about in town, when a train of cyclists go by, only they are all naked. So not been able to help him self, he checks out the boobs and bums. and notice's the willies going by. "hang on" in his head, "even the smallest one is twice as big as mine". So on his way home to his two up two down with his mum and, his sister Katie thinking what do I do now? He can't ask is dad as he died last year when the tower Crain he was using collapsed under him. his big sister at 21 makes a joke...
It was on one such occasion that the subject of bondage came up. She mentioned that she had always thought it might be fun to try. He said that it was and would enjoy teaching her. He hinted at all the things he might do to her helpless body and eventually got the response he desired; the waiver of her voice as a shiver ran through her body. He spent a good deal of time finding all the things he would need to make this an experience she would never forget. A soft nylon rope,...
Hello everyone, please read the first part of the Indian sex story before reading this one. As I was mauling her breasts, she was moaning into my mouth like the bitch she was. I bet she’s never had anyone pull and pinch her perfect boobs like that. I pulled her hair away from me and gave her boobs a tight slap and said,”You love this, don’t you? You love being treated like a slut”? She didn’t reply but her moaning was all I needed. I gave another tight slap and she let out a shriek filled with...
Six of us are sitting around the fire passing around a bottle of bourbon. My wife Monica is sitting next to me. Monica is gorgeous with brunette hair and brown eyes. My wife is a full bodied woman. She has a great set of C cup tits and a thick ass. Next to us are Ross and Rachel. They are an athletic married couple who run marathons together. They both have light red hair and are really fit. In the flickering campfire light I keep catching glimpses of Rachel’s cleavage down the front of her...
Group SexWell my name is Rikko Suave. Im 32 single no k**s. About 5"11 165 lbs blue eyes light brown hair. Im White Native American and Polish. With ten tattoos. I worked at Mr.Scribs pizza witch is only in Muskegon ,Michigan.. I worked until 4am. So i was working the drive through window that night. Busting my ass like always. So I'm working the drive through. Its around 2:30am. Almost time to close. Next thing you know this sexy ass black Ladies came to the drive through drunk.They both started...
Somehow, all of them made it thru the play without a massive meltdown. There was even a scene at the end where Cris and Missy’s characters made out, and she approached it with gusto, which surprised Cris. What surprised him even more was when she groped his cock with the hand that was hidden from the audience by her flowing dress. His mind whirled in confusion as he tried to figure out what she was up to. When the curtain fell at last, Cris hurried to change and try to find Missy. He spotted...