” She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. “Want some.” “Sure, thanks. If I’m stranded I might as well take advantage o... the situation,” I said, looking at her legs, slightly spread apart, her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs then at her tits straining her blouse. She saw where I was looking and smiled. She filled a juice glass and held it up to me. “We do not have fancy glasses on the farm.” I stepped closer and took the glass of wine from her. We clicked glasses. She said, "I love how long your hair is Peter! I wish my Dad wore his long." I thanked her and removed my tee shirt. She said, "Wow! You really ARE brown! How long did that take?" "We sunbathe a couple of days a week, usually on the weekends. We can do it too when I am on graveyard shift at the plant. The sun is at the perfect spot right now for non-burning rays. We usually use a little bit of oil to keep our skin from getting dry." To illustrate that I reached into a covered box and. We do our 'thing' and, as we are about to leave, she touches my arm lightly and apologises for eavesdropping but says they would love to share a room with us on one condition. I am intrigued and ask what that is, she proceeds to tell me they both want to use me in every way possible and also want my husband to join in.My smile says it all but I explain I dont share my husband with other women, she says that's fine by her and we rejoin the men. They had began talking when we went to the. She wore a timid smile on her face and she didn't seem surprised to see him standing there with a wooden sword, dripping sweat. In fact it looked as if she had come there for the express purpose of seeing him. 'You... you look tired,' she said softly and Richard had a hard time hearing her. 'Maybe you should take a break.' Richard lowered his raised arm, the sword smacking painfully into his thigh as he didn't have enough strength left to stop it. He wiped the sweat from his brown and nodded,.