”James sat back. “You could come with us. Are you interested in doing that?”“If you want.”“It’s not what I want,” James said. “It’... about what you want. You’re free now. Make a choice and we’ll help you as best you can.”She nodded, replying, “I’ll go with you. You lot seem decent enough.”Anne smiled, “We are.”They set up camp and the next morning James went down to the river. He found Weather was already there, standing up to her knees in the water, with nary a stitch of clothing on. She turned. It was one of a number of similar businesses throughout England, though she was told that her employer was at the service of the more prestigious and exclusive client. She'd been lucky to get through to the second interview. Such was the competition for available positions that a university education was almost essential. This was a contrast to even a decade or so earlier when such a business would more or less have to employ whoever it could find. Lesser candidates would have to work for. “Sure thing, ‘Biscuit!” she responded, “I need to fill you with plenty of oats, so you can be rented out to stud!”I was hungry, so I had a triple helping of Cheerios with milk and Splenda. Candy encouraged me by saying, “Eat up ‘Biscuit – you need your strength.”Mom laughed as she cleared the table. “Now, are you two going to tell me about those paintings?”We took Mom out to Dad’s workroom.I turned to the next blank sheet, said “Charcoal, Jim and Marilyn’s, 15th Wedding Anniversary.”I grabbed. Hey!"She pinched his ass, and he pulled away. Before he got far she had both hands on his ass cheeks. Gertrude pulled him to her, pressing his hard dick into her overheated crotch. "Oh yeah. You can't get more tan."He rested some of his weight there, and she opened her legs wide and wrapped them around his. Gary tried to scoot down, then gave up and licked and nibbled her neck. She responded by tightening her legs, and pressing so hard it hurt his cock. "Ah, ow. Too hard, Gertrude." I hurt you?.