He said sure anytime. It happened to be lunch time so I went into the yard with him. He opened the driver door and he said to climb up to have a look....It was higher then I thought and wearing a short skirt and heels it was challenge. I got up a few steps and stood on leaning in and having a look, I realized of course that Bob was having a good look up my skirt, I always wore pantyhose but never saw the need to wear panties. Wow sure is nice in here I said. Yes it is he said I looked back at him. Dr Heinlein was poking a dark nasty looking probe of some kind into Teresa's brown bum hole. This seemed to be wired in to the same control box as the electrodes on her tits. Sister Sue was tickling and teasing at Teresa's hairy unshaven cunt with her own gloved fingers, inserting a finger often, while looking coldly into her victim's eyes. As the punk dominatrix lasciviously gyrated the electrified probe into her helpless arsehole, Mum groaned a loud, disgusted but strangely passionate. "What was President Clinton's favorite musical instrument?" I asked and Josh shrugged. "His whore Monica!" Uh-Huh ... How long is that stuff gonna last? I think it's affecting your brain," Josh told me with a roll of his eyes, but he didn't really get it probably. He wasn't much of a history buff."I'm gonna turn into a pumpkin at midnight," I said and I wasn't really joking."You mean a cucumber," Josh laughed as he zipped me up slowly. "Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman I ever saw." You. I mean, on a farm, you see every day how the work you’re doing gives good results. You also learn about the problems and the need to resolve them before they become bigger and more difficult. My grandfather even told me that I was good because if I saw something that needed done, I did it without waiting to be told. We got along great. It was obvious that my Mom loved her Dad and was happy we got along so well. Along the way, Rochelle and I became really good friends. I gradually realized she.