“Go hug her!” she said emphatically. “She needs reassurance.”Dave hustled across the patio and wrapped the small emotional woman in his arms, ...nd tightly hugged her to his body.“It’s all right, Em. We love you. There’s nothing bad in this Circle as far as you are concerned. We all love you.”Emily tried to speak but couldn’t. She buried her face in Dave’s t-shirt and cried. He led her back into the core living room and off to a corner where they could talk and so she’d be a little less. "No, really. Does she do anything you tell her to do?"Stacy questioned me, grinning playfully."Of course. She does any and everything for me that I want her to do. I haven't had to do any washing up or laundry for a good month now!"I chuckled boastfully."Would she do mine for me, as well?"She asked, biting her lip."Why, did you bring your laundry with you?"I asked with a laugh."Well..."Stacy went quiet, and looked towards her bag with a cheeky smile."Oh my god, did you actually bring your dirty. The youngest two children have the job of milking the cows, so I stop to watch them. One of the older children takes the full buckets away and brings them empty ones, so the milkers just move the stools, buckets, and themselves from one cow to the next until the job is done. The youngest is a girl who gets a real laugh out of my early attempts when she teaches me how to milk a cow. But by the time the others are ready I can do a good job. So I’m happy to have learned something new and she’s. She moaned as I entered her, a deep moan, directly into my right ear. "Oh fuck," I said. She was so tight. I wasn't able to enter her all the way at first. Instead she moved up and down me, pushing me slightly more inside her with each thrust. When I was finally completely in, she let out a deep growl of a moan, then just sat there for a moment with me completely buried inside her. She looked me in the eyes, and after a moment she began riding me again. I maintained eye contact, loving her.