. assigned me this job?" I know what he said." I replied. "I don't think it was his real reason and I don't know what that was. But I was going to ask....." She smiled and tipped her head in invitation to me to continue. "It occurred to me that I didn't have a name for where I live."She thought about that. "I think of where we come from as 'Base'," she said, "and where I live as home. I never thought about needing any other name." Home," I mused. "Home ... is my little flat in Scotland, near. " "Uh, uh, sure. We could do it now if you need a little something to hold you till tomorrow," she said. "Let's go upstairs." Her smile was so forced that I was afraid her face would crack. “A little something?” I said. “Why not a big something?” “Yes, of course. Big! Yes a big something. You deserve big for being so good to me, to us,” she said. "Yeah, well, never mind. Your enthusiasm is almost scary," I said. "Robbie, I didn't mean, anyway tomorrow is going to be very special for you. I. It was a hot work and although a cold day I had taken fleece off and was working hard splitting logs -and smiling as the logs split easily and thinking how sweet it was to feel your legs part and offer your tasty sap just like the logs to savour and enjoy I didnt hear the car pull or see you come to the door and peep through the crack-I was woking hard now and took my tshirt off too ,the sweat was on my back and I felt good inthe cool breeze.Muscles were hard and taut from swinging the big axe. ’ was all she could respond. I sat there helpless and watched her face as he pushed his way into her tight (always forbidden to me!) hole. Over her shoulder I could see the smug look on his face as he pushed inch after inch of his fat prick into my girl’s ass. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he held her hips and rotated his. He bent his head down to whisper in her ear, just loud enough that I could hear too. ‘Where’s my cock?’ he asked her. ‘Fucking my ass hole!’ she replied. ‘Who.