MAU: The Fable of the Farmer and his WifeA farmer came in from a long day's work and complained to his wife of his labors, as was his wont. When she ...hot back that her own household chores were equally burdensome, the farmer mocked her. How could common household chores be as difficult as tending the livestock and the fields? A long argument ensued, during which the farmer made a wager with his wife. The farmer would spend a day doing his wife's chores, and she would spend a day doing his. . It revaled to me a black laced panty. She then came and sat on my lap, facing me, and reached in to kiss me. Theoritically i knew what had to be done but i let her take the lead for some time. We touched our lips together. Her lips were quite soft. I wanted to french kiss but she was only touching my lips. So i brought her in closer looked into her eyes and frenched kissed her. She tried to resist but then began to enjoy it. Our tongues were playing with each other and she had lovely breath.. Vicky started to grind herself against my lips moaning encouragement and running her hands through my hair. I looked up past her ginger pubes and tiny boobs to look into her green eyes that were virtually glowing with excitement. I got one arm free and ran my hand up her body to find her left nipple and pinched it between my fingers, rolling it around and pulling on it. Vicky moaned louder and began grinding her pussy hard into my mouth encouraging me to press my tongue more firmly against her. Maybe he doesn’t see me in a relationship sort of way. I shared that thought with Michael the other day after he expressed himself to me and he just laughed a little and said, ‘No honey, there’s nothing wrong with you. If it weren’t for the situation I’m in right now I would want to be with you. I mean…you’re intelligent, you’re beautiful – inside and out – and you’re my friend. But since I’m about to be divorced and still angry and bitter over that whole thing, I’m just not ready for all of.