“Why?”“Why? Because… because! How can you even ask that?”She took a measured breath, staring down at the game board.“What do you mean?�...“C’mon, Tiff. I need to understand this. And I need to understand it in the cold light of this lovely daytime lighting scheme. We can’t keep doing… what we’ve been doing and not talk about it.”She made a move on the board, which I steadfastly ignored.“Okay. Ask me a question, then.”It is easy to say you need to talk, much harder to actually do it. Where. Just as she finished John came downstairs. He only wore a small pair of shorts. After breakfast she commented on it being a little hotter then the day before and asked him "okay if I wear this night shirt outside as we work today"? All she had on was the skimpy night shirt and work boots, made for quite a sight!She had him work a fair distance from her today, wanted to see how he reacted. She caught him looking over many times, particularly when she was digging something as her ample breasts. I whispered to Anne, “You may want to take a break or some jealous women may be coming to confront you.”She sat up pulling her purse onto her lap and closing her legs just as if there was nothing to see at all. Turning to me she said, “Thanks for the heads-up, sometimes I get so high from exposing myself I don’t see anything.”“You’re very welcome and by the way, you were so smooth just now, hell you are a fucking natural.”As we sat and pretended like nothing had happened, the men who had been. You throw a glance at the clock and realise he has been kissing you for more then thirty minutes now and not once has he attempted to enter you. You become impatient, you want to be taken, hard and quickly and a little forceful. Yet he does not give in and he takes you in his arms and blindfolds you. You feel how he turns you around a few times so you would be disorientated, and then leads you up a stairway. You feel his body heat on your back and you still feel the sensation of his kisses.