We hang out, but we spend a bit more time alone together, and I’m not talking about sex, I’m talking about talking. And we see where it leads.”�...�Doesn’t Kimiko spend most nights with you?”“Only about half,” I replied. “And she’s not the jealous type in any way. But you and I need to take things slowly and carefully.”“What do you mean? No sex?”“I mean not making that the primary focus. Whatever we do the next three nights, when we go back to McKinley, we spend WAY more time talking in bed than. She knew how she got sometimes, when things faded away, and her more reserved self came back. Looking down, spying her red and abused sex, she thought how a complete regression was unlikely, not now, but she was well aware of her own cycles, her usual ebb and flow of libido, and she knew she had to decide quickly.Scanning Mason’s document, she saw he had been busy, and as she started to update him with all that had transpired, she was soon locked in another back and forth, answering questions. Her pussy was just wetting at the thought, as she demanded her to go to the center of the room and undressed while she took a seat on the couch. She started rubbing her pussy as she saw her large breast pop out when her bra was removed and then the huge ass when the panties fell down. She was going to fuck that ass good with her strap-on tonight.The woman turned around and stood there awaking instructions while Jean was massaging her pussy harder in anticipation.“Slut, get on your knees and. Then I was off bombing around the property chopping down the foot tall grass, perhaps saying I was bombing around is a slight exaggeration. The grass was that long that it took me three passes in each paddock to gradually reduce the height of the grass. I had found this out when I tried to cut it down in one pass, the long cut grass continuously fouled the blades. Which resulted in returning back to the barn as Dad didn’t trust me enough yet to clear them myself yet. Once I had all the paddocks.