My objective was to redden her lips thereby causing a slight swelling. She was a true blonde in that her pubic hair was not like hair at all, but fine... white, sparse, almost feathery down. Her reddened labia against her white skin & fuzz made me very excited. Her minora were naturally somewhat longer than average, which I love on a woman anyway. (which I hear women are having surgically trimmed these days; for god sake why!!??!!)I was now gradually pressing the brush through her lips quite. “Did it ever bother you?” I inquired.“Hell no,” he answered, and then with an impish grin concluded, “Besides, as you can smell, the name suits me.”Once I had changed into my shorts and sandals, I gingerly began to move toward the ‘barricaded’ door.“Would you like an aperitif before lunch?” Porky asked as he continued to block my way.“An aperitif?” I questioned.“Sure…” he stated, as he placed his fat thumbs into the sides of his shorts. Next, he pushed his shorts down. Surrounded by a bushy. Mainly, because describing it accurately means obviously to relive it in a way. I found out that I was afraid to do that. This chapter was long closed for me. Staring at my old diaries from my safe deposit box I finally got curious enough to re-read the entries from 1972/73. I hadn't read them in a very, very long time. To be fair, the actual entries in my diary were a lot more brief than what you will read later on. But after going over some of my notes my memory somehow came back to me in. "Who the biggest and baddest of you all," she whispered."I'm the foreman miss," he stated, "they take their orders from me." Then order them to come with me," she giggled and stepped through the gap in the hedge into the next field.He turned a looked at me and I nodded to him."Right lads me first," he said and pushed passed his stunned workmates.They had formed a loose ring looking down her spread body, her blouse was open and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. The foreman had his jeans.