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11:50 pm "Just outside Sandville, were you saying?" I'm aware she got a little pissed off, but Emie is slightly over the mark tonight. What a little sister badly brought up. She has no respect for her big sister who cares so much for her and bends over backwards to find a solution that will take her out of the unpleasant situation in which she finds herself. The little sisters are still ungrateful, according to a teen magazine I read in Paris with a classmate, and today I confirm it. But I'm the eldest and I have to be tough on Emie's infantile behavior. Ahhh, Sandville is not a very small town but its campaign is even bigger.
"We are on the right road Emie. Do you see this big red barn?"
Emie. "She is not red but she is completely burned."
She does not know how to project in the past, my word. Young people nowadays have no imagination. "I repeat. Do you see this red barn? During my first year of Middle School, I came here with a boy who I liked a lot. I experienced my first sexual arousal here, but also my first big disappointment with this pathetic and weak guy and this not so exciting adventure was unfolded in the hay. His name was Jimmy. He was tall, handsome and I thought he was a tough guy and violent because at school he played the rebels. We came here one afternoon instead of going to school and I received in this place that smelled of dung my first kiss. But Jimmy kept crying, fearing the farmer would come with a rifle and call his parents. Then he was frightened thinking about the warning he would receive at school the next day. Result, not two minutes after what should have been an unforgettable moment for the very young girl that I was, he ran away to go back to school, leaving me alone with the cows. I was so angry, humiliated and frustrated that I set the barn on fire."
Emie. "I understand why she is burned."
But do not you have a heart? Do not you sympathize with your sister who has suffered in this dirty and bad-smelling place? "The important thing in this story is not that this cow-stall barn burned, but that your older sister had a heartache."
Emie. "All I see is an unrepaired burned barn, because the farmer certainly does not have enough money to deal with the problem caused by the frustration and selfishness of my older sister."
Silly girl girl, naughty and without compassion for Lisa. This blue and white house, reminiscent of the shores of the lake, must be Madam Flint's. Madam Flint was the only teacher who defended me on every occasion. Even when this old pervert of four eyes had touched my breasts and that by revenge, the next day I had planted, she supported me. She had a lot of charm a few years ago, I wonder what she looks like now? Damn, I'm starting to fantasize. Calm down Lisa, you'll ask for help, not eat a former teacher. This entrance with the two lions in lousy stone? It's here. It was impossible to forget those things that had made me laugh so much at the time. Her husband had done them himself and the result is proof of that.
00h00pm We park the car, go down and ring. I am very enthusiastic. Not so much to see my former teacher as to see what my beautiful teacher of the past looks like today. My excitement overcame my usual reason recognized by all and my lower abdomen is on fire. Open quickly teacher, I'm hungry. The door opens but it's not a woman behind her. A man of forty, completely asleep, armed with a rifle, looks at us with closed eyes, but points his weapon at our mastiffs. What a strange way to receive guests. Little weak man, we'll see if you can resist Lisa Hanckok's personal weapon. I lean forward slightly revealing partially my cleavage, I caress my cheek gently and with my best smile, I start talking to him.
"Hi Miiister, it may be a little late for a visit but I am a former student of Madam Flint. My name is Lisa Hanckok and here is my little sister Emie. Here are our Masti, hum, they are our bodyguards. Miiister, pleaaase let us in, it's so cold outside and our dresses are so short."
Emie bends her head to the side, twists her hair around her finger and asks sulkily. "Miiister my thighs are frozen. Touch."
She is too strong. I can only salute this professionalism. "Emie, I'm so proud of you."
The sleeping man begins to wake up. "Gha, gna, heee, ha, ha, yes, yes, go quickly fast quickly warm your thighs."
Emie and I are the ultimate combo. I'm sure we can infiltrate every home in which a non-gay man lives. But this is also a problem because this idiot no longer thinks of my beautiful teacher but focuses his attention on our thighs. "Miiister, is Madam Flint here? I would like to see her again."
The amateur man thighs lead us in a very rustic living room. "I'm going to get my wife, but before that, I'll light a fire. I beg you ladies, sit on this sheepskin in front of the fireplace, so you warm up your thighs faster. I would like to do more but unfortunately our antelope skin is full of soda. As for you gentlemen, take these seats. You're not cold anyway."
I have often thought about this and today I have my answer. When I was younger, I wanted to be less pretty but smarter. Growing up I wanted to be prettier and I made fun of my intellect but now I understand that it takes a minimum of intelligence to use his pretty face. Therefore I have to become even more intelligent.
Emie. "Lisa, you still think of something absurd, do not you?"
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11:50 pm "Just outside Sandville, were you saying?" I'm aware she got a little pissed off, but Emie is slightly over the mark tonight. What a little sister badly brought up. She has no respect for her big sister who cares so much for her and bends over backwards to find a solution that will take her out of the unpleasant situation in which she finds herself. The little sisters are still ungrateful, according to a teen magazine I read in Paris with a classmate, and today I confirm it. But I'm the eldest and I have to be tough on Emie's infantile behavior. Ahhh, Sandville is not a very small town but its campaign is even bigger.
"We are on the right road Emie. Do you see this big red barn?"
Emie. "She is not red but she is completely burned."
She does not know how to project in the past, my word. Young people nowadays have no imagination. "I repeat. Do you see this red barn? During my first year of Middle School, I came here with a boy who I liked a lot. I experienced my first sexual arousal here, but also my first big disappointment with this pathetic and weak guy and this not so exciting adventure was unfolded in the hay. His name was Jimmy. He was tall, handsome and I thought he was a tough guy and violent because at school he played the rebels. We came here one afternoon instead of going to school and I received in this place that smelled of dung my first kiss. But Jimmy kept crying, fearing the farmer would come with a rifle and call his parents. Then he was frightened thinking about the warning he would receive at school the next day. Result, not two minutes after what should have been an unforgettable moment for the very young girl that I was, he ran away to go back to school, leaving me alone with the cows. I was so angry, humiliated and frustrated that I set the barn on fire."
Emie. "I understand why she is burned."
But do not you have a heart? Do not you sympathize with your sister who has suffered in this dirty and bad-smelling place? "The important thing in this story is not that this cow-stall barn burned, but that your older sister had a heartache."
Emie. "All I see is an unrepaired burned barn, because the farmer certainly does not have enough money to deal with the problem caused by the frustration and selfishness of my older sister."
Silly girl girl, naughty and without compassion for Lisa. This blue and white house, reminiscent of the shores of the lake, must be Madam Flint's. Madam Flint was the only teacher who defended me on every occasion. Even when this old pervert of four eyes had touched my breasts and that by revenge, the next day I had planted, she supported me. She had a lot of charm a few years ago, I wonder what she looks like now? Damn, I'm starting to fantasize. Calm down Lisa, you'll ask for help, not eat a former teacher. This entrance with the two lions in lousy stone? It's here. It was impossible to forget those things that had made me laugh so much at the time. Her husband had done them himself and the result is proof of that.
00h00pm We park the car, go down and ring. I am very enthusiastic. Not so much to see my former teacher as to see what my beautiful teacher of the past looks like today. My excitement overcame my usual reason recognized by all and my lower abdomen is on fire. Open quickly teacher, I'm hungry. The door opens but it's not a woman behind her. A man of forty, completely asleep, armed with a rifle, looks at us with closed eyes, but points his weapon at our mastiffs. What a strange way to receive guests. Little weak man, we'll see if you can resist Lisa Hanckok's personal weapon. I lean forward slightly revealing partially my cleavage, I caress my cheek gently and with my best smile, I start talking to him.
"Hi Miiister, it may be a little late for a visit but I am a former student of Madam Flint. My name is Lisa Hanckok and here is my little sister Emie. Here are our Masti, hum, they are our bodyguards. Miiister, pleaaase let us in, it's so cold outside and our dresses are so short."
Emie bends her head to the side, twists her hair around her finger and asks sulkily. "Miiister my thighs are frozen. Touch."
She is too strong. I can only salute this professionalism. "Emie, I'm so proud of you."
The sleeping man begins to wake up. "Gha, gna, heee, ha, ha, yes, yes, go quickly fast quickly warm your thighs."
Emie and I are the ultimate combo. I'm sure we can infiltrate every home in which a non-gay man lives. But this is also a problem because this idiot no longer thinks of my beautiful teacher but focuses his attention on our thighs. "Miiister, is Madam Flint here? I would like to see her again."
The amateur man thighs lead us in a very rustic living room. "I'm going to get my wife, but before that, I'll light a fire. I beg you ladies, sit on this sheepskin in front of the fireplace, so you warm up your thighs faster. I would like to do more but unfortunately our antelope skin is full of soda. As for you gentlemen, take these seats. You're not cold anyway."
I have often thought about this and today I have my answer. When I was younger, I wanted to be less pretty but smarter. Growing up I wanted to be prettier and I made fun of my intellect but now I understand that it takes a minimum of intelligence to use his pretty face. Therefore I have to become even more intelligent.
Emie. "Lisa, you still think of something absurd, do not you?"
11:50 pm "Just outside Sandville, were you saying?" I'm aware she got a little pissed off, but Emie is slightly over the mark tonight. What a little sister badly brought up. She has no respect for her big sister who cares so much for her and bends over backwards to find a solution that will take her out of the unpleasant situation in which she finds herself. The little sisters are still ungrateful, according to a teen magazine I read in Paris with a classmate, and today I confirm it. But I'm the eldest and I have to be tough on Emie's infantile behavior. Ahhh, Sandville is not a very small town but its campaign is even bigger."We are on the right road Emie. Do you see this big red barn?"Emie. "She is not red but she is completely burned."She does not know how to project in the past, my word. Young people nowadays have no imagination. "I repeat. Do you see this red barn? During my first year of Middle School, I came here with a boy who I liked a lot. I experienced my first sexual arousal here, but also my first big disappointment with this pathetic and weak guy and this not so exciting adventure was unfolded in the hay. His name was Jimmy. He was tall, handsome and I thought he was a tough guy and violent because at school he played the rebels. We came here one afternoon instead of going to school and I received in this place that smelled of dung my first kiss. But Jimmy kept crying, fearing the farmer would come with a rifle and call his parents. Then he was frightened thinking about the warning he would receive at school the next day. Result, not two minutes after what should have been an unforgettable moment for the very young girl that I was, he ran away to go back to school, leaving me alone with the cows. I was so angry, humiliated and frustrated that I set the barn on fire."Emie. "I understand why she is burned."But do not you have a heart? Do not you sympathize with your sister who has suffered in this dirty and bad-smelling place? "The important thing in this story is not that this cow-stall barn burned, but that your older sister had a heartache."Emie. "All I see is an unrepaired burned barn, because the farmer certainly does not have enough money to deal with the problem caused by the frustration and selfishness of my older sister."Silly girl girl, naughty and without compassion for Lisa. This blue and white house, reminiscent of the shores of the lake, must be Madam Flint's. Madam Flint was the only teacher who defended me on every occasion. Even when this old pervert of four eyes had touched my breasts and that by revenge, the next day I had planted, she supported me. She had a lot of charm a few years ago, I wonder what she looks like now? Damn, I'm starting to fantasize. Calm down Lisa, you'll ask for help, not eat a former teacher. This entrance with the two lions in lousy stone? It's here. It was impossible to forget those things that had made me laugh so much at the time. Her husband had done them himself and the result is proof of that.00h00pm We park the car, go down and ring. I am very enthusiastic. Not so much to see my former teacher as to see what my beautiful teacher of the past looks like today. My excitement overcame my usual reason recognized by all and my lower abdomen is on fire. Open quickly teacher, I'm hungry. The door opens but it's not a woman behind her. A man of forty, completely asleep, armed with a rifle, looks at us with closed eyes, but points his weapon at our mastiffs. What a strange way to receive guests. Little weak man, we'll see if you can resist Lisa Hanckok's personal weapon. I lean forward slightly revealing partially my cleavage, I caress my cheek gently and with my best smile, I start talking to him."Hi Miiister, it may be a little late for a visit but I am a former student of Madam Flint. My name is Lisa Hanckok and here is my little sister Emie. Here are our Masti, hum, they are our bodyguards. Miiister, pleaaase let us in, it's so cold outside and our dresses are so short."Emie bends her head to the side, twists her hair around her finger and asks sulkily. "Miiister my thighs are frozen. Touch."She is too strong. I can only salute this professionalism. "Emie, I'm so proud of you."The sleeping man begins to wake up. "Gha, gna, heee, ha, ha, yes, yes, go quickly fast quickly warm your thighs."Emie and I are the ultimate combo. I'm sure we can infiltrate every home in which a non-gay man lives. But this is also a problem because this idiot no longer thinks of my beautiful teacher but focuses his attention on our thighs. "Miiister, is Madam Flint here? I would like to see her again."The amateur man thighs lead us in a very rustic living room. "I'm going to get my wife, but before that, I'll light a fire. I beg you ladies, sit on this sheepskin in front of the fireplace, so you warm up your thighs faster. I would like to do more but unfortunately our antelope skin is full of soda. As for you gentlemen, take these seats. You're not cold anyway."I have often thought about this and today I have my answer. When I was younger, I wanted to be less pretty but smarter. Growing up I wanted to be prettier and I made fun of my intellect but now I understand that it takes a minimum of intelligence to use his pretty face. Therefore I have to become even more intelligent.Emie. "Lisa, you still think of something absurd, do not you?"
