He grabbed hold of a small yellow tool and sucked up the yolks, gently depositing them into a metal bowl. “We’ve got our egg yolks. Next, a squirt...of lemon juice.” He selected a halved lemon and placed it at the tip of a wooden reamer, roughly pressing it and twisting the juice out of it, letting it dribble into the bowl, his muscles bulging slightly, a smile on his face that I doubt he even noticed he had. He removed the lemon, grabbed a whisk, and stirred.“This is the annoying part,” he. At that I asked them to lead the way up the drive while I told them about the development in the area just then I felt a Gust of wind blow my skirt up like a tent I didnt take much notice as it was blowing out and not up then another Gust of wind blew again this time harder which cause my skirt to lift right up at the back. I could feel the cool air on my rear just as I was trying to push my skirt down I caught a glimpse of someone standing behind me as I turned to look there was a very good. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the “basket” my bulg- ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach. “You” I felt peculiar. “jerks?” There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation. A slight pressure. I looked to the peaks of my breasts, eyeing the beachball. I saw the big beachball actually rise up, like a. “Both of my parents died when I was a teenager at college. My sister is married and has two gorgeous little kids but we don’t get to see each other very often as she lives in a town called ‘Lyons’ in Colorado. Her husband owns an engineering company that mainly works on ski lifts. It’s such a long way from where I live that we usually only see each other once a year. I refuse to go there in the winter because it’s just so damn cold. She refuses to come here in summer because it’s hot and humid..