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Rose made her way to the door, finding it now unlocked. She already knew what she had to do. Stepping into the hallway of the ship, she found a map. She traced a line with her finger from her location to the sleeping quarters. Spread. It was an overcast and mild day in mid-June many years ago and I was just nineteen. I was staying at my uncle’s farm to help him out a bit as well as take a little time to figure out my plans for the future. Job, schooling, career, girls, and fun all had to be considered in the decisions I soon needed to make. Finding contemplating such things was best done in the outdoors I spent a lot of my free time hiking around the area’s scattered woods and scrub brush festooned rolling hillsides. This particular day I’d indian been stomping around for hours and it seemed the farther I went the more lost in thought I became. Suddenly I snapped out of it and realized I had become rather disoriented. I couldn’t say I was lost though because I could still see the hill in the distance with the distinctive rock outcropping that bordered the farm. I just had to kind of bushwhack my way down to the road I knew went through the shallow valley below me. I wasn’t familiar with this stretch of land but knew I’d be ok now. Scrambling cross-country down the uneven slope I made my way through a tangled grove of stunted trees to find myself confronted by an old weathered fence. I could see the back of a sign attached to it and was curious about what it said. After climbing the fence I read the sign and got a most unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. In bold letters it nearly screamed, NO TRESPASSING KEEP OUT. Oops!, I thought as I sheepishly turned to walk the remaining distance to the road. I hadn’t gone more than fifty yards when I heard a distinctive and unmistakable sound, the sound of a gun being cocked! “We take a dim view of trespassers around here son. Turn around and put your hands up!” a raspy masculine voice commanded firmly. Terrified, I thought my thumping heart would pound right out of my chest! I did as the voice said and faced my captor. Turning, I faced a stocky man in his fifties wearing grubby clothes and pointing a rifle at me. “Get walking that way.” he said gesturing with his gun. And I did. “We’re going to my house to call the lactation sheriff! Now move!” he barked gruffly. “I …I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trespass sir! I was kind of lost.” I desperately tried to explain. “Just keep goin.” is all I heard from him. Then I saw the old, dingy, little house with a few scattered out buildings clustered around it. Trying to console myself any way possible I thought, “Well, if he’s calling the sheriff at least he’s not likely to be a serial killer.” She pulled from Tera with a gasp, her lips trembling and her breaths heaving, as though a shot of adrenaline had just rushed into her indian brain. I withdrew from her, quickly rolled her onto her back, and climbed over her. My cunt is exploding” I was so ready to blow my load; my hand was moving lighting speed up and down my shaft. “Finally good to go.” “Tina had undressed, hung her dress up like the fastidious lactation person she was, taken off her brassiere and donned her nightgown, she slept in her panties, perish the thought but there could a fire, she couldn’t be caught bare bottomed. I knew you could do it, so don’t give me any shit next time.” “Ha-ha. These were the puppies that would be spayed and neutered because breeders didn't want those less than perfect attributes passed on to the next litter. She knew he would be staring at her bare ass and pussy. With a crash, their lips met. In the second blink of an eye, his sailor hat left behind, John was at her side, glaring menacingly at the super-zero hero on the floor. It was Evan.