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“Mr. McCord,” and he turned to see Rachel standing behind him wrapped in the down comforter. “May we talk now? I want to thank you.” “There’s no need to thank me, young lady, and I must say you’ve been very reasonable and mature about the sleeping arrangements.” “That’s the second time you’ve referred to me as a young or young lady?” she commented, smiling. “Not that I mind, but how old do you think I am?” she asked as John put Buddy down on the floor. “Late teens-to-early-twenties,” He insisted, studying her more closely, and thinking, ’She’s too young for me. If things had worked out, I might have had a daughter close to her age at this point in my life, oh well.’ “I’m thirty-seven,” Rachel said, still smiling. “It’s obvious you served in the military?” “Yes, how did you know that?” John asked. “You’re standing at parade rest with your hands behind your back, Rachel replied knowingly. “Are you always so stiff and formal with people, giving orders, interrupting, or so abrupt?” “No, of course not,” John said, hooking his Hardcore thumbs into his front jeans pockets trying to appear relaxed but still in control. “Good, may I thank you now?” she asked, noticing his new posture, and remembering how gentle he was with his cat. “That won’t be necessary, I.” and he didn’t finish his sentence because she dropped the comforter to the floor. She hugged blowjob him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I can tell you’re a good man.” and she picked it up the comforter and wrapped it around her, looking forward to being snowed in with him. “Let us begin over.” John said smiling, and glad she was close to his age, “Welcome to my home such as it is.” and he offered her his hand and she shook it. He was pleased with her firm handshake. “This farm has been in my family since 1817, and although I’m no farmer, I know how to farm. I'm also proud to say the McCord men have answered the call to duty to our Country and have fought defending it since the War of 1812. 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 big cock 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 much, and teens I’m sorry for the lack of amenities a gentle babe 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 butt do eggs, bacon, and English Muffins sound to you? “It sounds delightful, Sir, what rank did you hold? “Not quite as nice as TanaVesta’s was, but still quite delectable. She began wiggling her gorgeous ass in front of me. I pushed in as deep as I could get. Oh no. "Uhm, nay?" After half a minute teens with blowjob his handsome but deflating cock in my mouth, I sucked up all his cum and swallowed it, then came off him. Then he pushed all they way inside. It had a text from my dad: Alan was sitting on the ground and leaning back on a log, and I was sitting across his thighs with my arm around his neck. She babe smiled as she left. “Shower, the spa staff will be here in about twenty minutes.” “Wasn't that an hour ago?” Krystal asked. looking down at Petes pulsating pecker swaying in the breeze inches from her warm cleavage, she looks at the poor young boys face which is by now, beet red and sweating. As they came off the cigarettes fell onto Hardcore the butt floor. Afterwards, Jenny and I shared a shower then didn’t share our brother. His lip reached my right boob’s nipple and was inside his mouth, big cock licking and sucking my nipple. “Oh I think you will see him as he said he would call this afternoon.” Avery watched the cat with suspicion as it wandered around the room, sniffing her clothing and Atrin's armour, curious as to the odd additions to its patrol route. It showed a lot more skin than the halter I’d been wearing. “Hey Carlos, you did what you could but it was a bad deal and he knew it,” Smitty says and I shake my head. I could hear him get up off the bed and redress. So I made my way into the kitchen and got to cooking.