'So I'll respect womanhood,' they always say. Jim has a little sack like mine, but his has little eggs in it. He likes me to stroke them if I can be...gentle. If I'm not, the least little bump and he's rolling on the ground, hurting. Mine don't really ever hurt. They're just sort of teeny blobs in there." Well, for that you can be thankful. You'd have eggs like Jim's if I hadn't started you on your little purple pills a few years ago when your father left us. Then they'd hurt too when the. Why don't you serve us breakfast in bed, wench?" Dave asked facetiously."In your dreams, lover. Get up or starve" Jill replied laughing at him.Soon they were all enjoying Jill's baked beans on toast, chattering about what was on the agenda for today."When we get to the Outback at Isa, I must get another ticket for everything for Gail. Oh, and I should ring Westwing to see if there is another seat on the plane for Friday morning" Dave said.Fortunately Dave was successful in getting the extra. "Good Morning." he mumbled sleepily."Hmmmm ... and it's only going to get better," she smiled. "You missed out on your massage last night. I thought I better make sure I made it up to you." You are so thoughtful." he yawned.His hand slipped down and caressed her breast through the silky smooth nightgown she wore. As his hand slid lower, he realized she was not wearing the bottoms. His big hands gently squeezed and fondled her lovely round backside, his little finger straying into the crack. “That’s why I’m going to be in control,” she answered and finished pulling herself over him so that she could impale herself on his maleness. She then began a slow rocking motion that sometimes sped up and sometimes slowed down as they both moaned softly. Just as the sun broke over the horizon, there was a loud groaning shout and they both disappeared.*About an hour later, a beat up, gray jeep rumbled down the dirt path to the small cotton field on the edge of The Middle Ground. It stayed close.