My dad thought it would be fun to be a hobbyist farmer. It was a horse farm, originally." Did you have horses?" We had a couple early on. Horses are e...pensive and an awful lot of work. Neither my brother nor I had much interest in the hard work part of farming. We did enjoy living out in the country. Marcus had a dirt bike he rode all over the property. I built model rockets and could shoot them off whenever I wanted and nobody bothered us. After a couple of years my dad had pretty much lost. And some people might be nice to have around, as well. There was safety in numbers, although she was always cautious about approaching strangers now, after the last ones she met had taken all of her supplies and left her for the dead to eat. Not all people were bad, she realized. She thought of her friends briefly, the small group she had been traveling with since the chaos had broken out. Individuals all more adept than her at surviving in this new cruel world, who had helped keep her alive.. “This is marvelous, dear.”She ran her hands through his hair while he lightly massaged and licked her tits. Her nipples grew hard.“You’re such an alluring and enjoyable lady, I’m so lucky to be in love with you.”He put her on his bed and continued his sauntering trip down to her abs. He spent some time at her belly button while kneading her sides. It took fifteen more agonizingly enjoyable minutes for him to caress each leg and to tease her wet and horny pussy.Jerry removed her shorts - but. She picked one that matched the panties and handed it to Tom. To my embarrassment he placed on my chest.“That looks good,” he said.“Do you need some hose and a garter belt to complete the picture?” the sales lady asked.“Yeah, what the hell,” Tom answered.The sales lady went and returned with black stockings and a black garter bet. These should match the white well. Then the sales lady said something that made my legs feeling shaky.She looked directly at me smiling and said, “Would you like.