..."She had been feeling as if she were erotically done, time to put on her clothes and go home, but she knew herself well. She had been in situations...like this before. She knew that feeling would pass and indeed, soon, Silkie was nearly overcome with a feeling of lust, a little unusual for her these days, she thought she had left that behind in her teens, but here she was, thirty-eight years old, lubing up the dildo to slide in her lover' ass, feeling so...................what was the word?. The neckline plunged just enough to expose a bit of cleavage. I brought my long, brown hair to one side of my body and gave it a few strokes. "You look hot!" Krista exclaimed. "But you've got to get rid of that panty line."I stared at my reflection, and she was right. My panty line was way too obvious with this form-fitting dress. I reached under my dress, and shuffled my purple panties down towards my ankles and kicked them to the side of the room towards my laundry hamper. "Perfect!" She. ’ ‘On Monday do me a favor and tell Jim he is still uglier than me.’ ‘I’m not getting into that kind of argument. I like Jim even with that ugly beard anyway.’ ‘Ow. Lady bit me.’ ‘You stopped petting her. She might be a bit spoiled.’ ‘Yes, she might. More coffee?’ ‘Yes, please. This is good stuff. What is it?’ ‘Café DuMond.’ ‘Did you get it in New Orleans?’ ‘No, at the Hong Kong market in the city.’ ‘Now that is weird.’ Soon the three of us were in my living room and both Lady and Felice went. The mule pulling Pops and his homemade wagon drew up alongside."Purty, ain't she," Pops observed from the seat mounted at the front of the old pickup box. The springs and pneumatic tires made for a reasonably soft ride, but the creaks and squeaks from box and its suspension grated on Alex's hearing. There were few roads in the countryside surrounding their Hidden Valley ranch, although there were plenty of them most everywhere else. Pops had once explained that the area had been a National.