“It was nice meeting ya Kyle, I party enjoyed your cookin!” Amanda nods, as her eyes slowly fall to my legs, making me quiver. A nod was the only thing I could manage. Ever since we hired Amanda as a farmhand, she made quick work of every chore Steph gave her. There wasn’t much known about her and she didn’t share very often. However, from the minute I first saw her, I knew she was special. She would often glance at me with a strange look in her eye. Like I was the gold waiting at the end of the rainbow. It made me feel so vulnerable. However there’s something about her I just couldn’t shake. I couldn’t get her off my mind. It was like when a song gets stuck in your head and no matter how many times you listen to it or sing it, it’s still there. She’s only been here a little over a week and now she’s all I can think about, indian she’s the song stuck in my head. A song called Amanda. The funny thing is I actually haven’t said word to her since the day she arrived. I get really nervous when I’m around her. My palms get sweaty and my heart starts couple beating faster. I just turn into mush. No one else has that effect on me. The three farm hands illicite a totally different response, mainly fear and disgust. I try to avoid them unlike Amanda. I really want to be around her, it’s just every sex time I am around her my brain turns into applesauce. Even when I have something to say my, mouth feels like it’s been taped shut. I got a feeling today is going to be different. I got up this morning with a purpose. I was determined to talk to her. I meticulously planned out my day, outdoor giving me every opportunity to actually say something to Amanda. I was going to cook the best breakfast ever. I was going to bring her out some freshly squeezed lemonade. Make the fattest sandwiches she’s ever ate. I’ll even offer to do her laundry if I have to! Strangely I actually really want to do her laundry. Maybe I could even give her a message! I quickly made breakfast, blueberry pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. "I am," was all I said. “Honestly? "Your girlfriend is hot. The kiss swiftly grew passionate, outdoor and his indian tongue snaked out, pushing eagerly between party Abigail's unresisting lips to run along her white teeth. Yeah. “Y-yeah…” He laughed softly, kissing her neck, soft and loving, "Then maybe couple we can go again?" “Um… I’m glad. “No doubt about it.” He said sex with a naughty grin. Dave said, But since it’s my job in the house to change and wash your sheets, nobody will know but us.” She laughed at this and so did I. Between the girls the goblins and myself we made short work of them. He disciplined me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.