You needed more or needed next door to shag a bit quieter so you could at least try to get some sleep. Tonight, it was the turn of Kirsty, her exclam...tions of, "YES DADDY, YES DADDY, CUM IN MY PUSSY, DADDY," always gave her away. She certainly had some real life daddy issues she was ironing out through the mantra of no strings attached sex.You looked at your husband, wondering if it was worth waking him up for a quick session but you quickly realize that unsatisfaction of that level might. He looked inside that tank then told us, “This one is the kerosene tank, it is now full and we will need to fill it each day, and sometimes, two times in a long day.”Pointing to a valve on the side of the motor, he looked at me. “This opens the gasoline. Turn the small handle this way and the tractor will start on gasoline. The reason you do this is, it will start fast on gasoline and not fast on kerosene. Then when the tractor motor is running, we will turn the gasoline off and turn this lever. ’ I waited while she used the bathroom. There was a tinkling sound and then the toilet flushed. Damn. I guessed even angels had to pee sometimes. I showered as slowly as possible, luxuriating in the hot water, then unbraided my hair and used her shampoo and conditioner. When I got out I noticed there were no towels. Crap. My clothes were damp enough already, and I didn’t want to put them back on while I was wet. I opened the door a crack and peeked out. She was sitting on the edge of the bed,. It reminded me a lot of a ballerina's dress, and Iinstinctively pictured myself in toe-shoes, standing on pointe with myarms arched over my head. Oh yeah, and my hair back to its normal colorand pulled back in a bun. So beautiful! I guess my appearance obsessionwas still perfectly intact, even after all the emotional turmoil I'dbeen through that spring. The best part was, we'd get to keep ourdresses after the wedding!Afterwards, the two of us shared a girls' lunch (i.e. salads) andtalked for at.