“Did you ever marry John?” she asked, watching him place the much used and desi chipped, white speckled blue enameled percolator coffee pot on the gas stove. She looked around the newly remodeled kitchen and the original, old fashion, refinished cupboards with the framed glass doors; most were empty. “No, I’ve never been married. I proposed to a girl once. She declined my proposal, and after, the Marine’s kept me occupied,” he replied, thinking, ‘There’s no harm in being truthful, because in swinger a few days I’ll never see her again, and my life will be back to normal.” He continued, “I have a younger married sister, Sarah. Although Sarah and I are eight years wife apart, we’re very close. Our grandmother, my father’s mother, raised us right here when it was a working farm,” He said getting the bacon out of his fridge and then arranging it in an old well-seasoned cast iron pan. “Grandma seemed to know when things would happen before they happened; she only told people the good things, though. The exact date a baby would be born, for example. Many of the locals thought she had the second sight. Grandma was also a midwife, not with medical degree mind you. She was also an herbalist and had a green thumb when it came to plants and their uses.” “Your Grandmother sounds like a very special Lady,” She offered. “Yes, she was,” he agreed, “The farm thrived when she was alive. Sarah is now living on a cattle ranch in Montana where they have tornados. Their thunder and lightning storms there make the ones here wimpy in comparison. When she was a little girl, Sarah was terrified of thunder indian and lightning storms, and now she snaps her fingers at them." Rachel didn’t fail to notice how his sharing expression softened, and his eyes seemed to glisten with affection and love when he talked about his sister and nephews. She also noticed John had dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. “She’s an accomplished equestrian now," John continued, "My grandmother left the farm to us. Leon pressed Ana’s neck with one arm and tried to smell the perfume that was coming from her wet hair. She curled up next to me, with her head on my shoulder, and her hand on my bare chest, and we watched. Eleanor mumbled something and Beryll almost flew towards the witch giving her a not so very mild uppercut. It could have been ten minutes or a week, but eventually I heard Maddie whisper in my ear. My phone rang, which scared the bejesus out of me. It was Heather asking where I was at. I then felt him on my pussy again and he slowly entered me. I had an orgasm this time and it felt so good. He started moving his hips back and forth again between my tits. Anything else?” I was fisting a beautiful woman. He slithers across the female’s bare calf. I went into the living room, slid on my slides and picked up my backpack. sharing DAY 08 – The second day of my ‘enslavement’ Now at the foot of the mound, making her way swiftly towards Bird's group in an animalistic gait, the raven wife haired girl crouched on alert only a few feet ahead; her mask gazed upward towards each of the four new arrivals' faces before finally focusing on that of Ox. desi Jennifer was between her legs smiling up at her. The messenger asks that we join her queen in a war against those that would drive us from our home. A short white vinyl skirt and panties and white swinger boots with little heels that stayed up at thigh level without garters. Worse, my own fear seasoned the air. I was ashamed for a while for what happened but i never regretted doing it, later on robert used my original text message of me asking to suck his cock against me and showed some of our mutual friends, we never spoke again. Last night’s fantasies had evidently not been a singular aberration; as the tiny fellow left the bed, my gaze took in as much of him as possible in the dim indian morning lights seeping in through the still closed blinds.