She was still squirming her buttocks in an effort to end the taunting sensations, when suddenly a boyish voice called out: "Well, look-a-here. If it a...n't our pretty little sex teacher all by her lonesome in Ebenezer Treakle's pasture." Wh-what?" Joan said, startled as she came out of her concentrated thinking. It was then that she saw that she was right beside a large, dilapidated wooden barn, its roof half off and its interior filled with dirty hay and cow manure. Beside the leaning doors. Fred worked for Folton Sawmill and they had processed all our wood previously. Fred stated that if we provided him with security, he would be more than happy to process any and all logs we brought to him. A little discussion about how to move the logs soon had us ready to go.We were going to install a portable generator and fuel pump in the back of Ken's pickup. We would use the stake truck to move the diesel fuel, while we drove the logging trucks with their loads to Folton sawmill. The first. He warned her when the relationship started to cook that he was an agent, but it didn't scare Marsha ... or later, Trina (who?).Trina is Marsha's daughter by her first marriage, a withdrawn (almost goth) girl, with negative vibes about everything. If Trina's father wasn't dead, then she'd probably be with him (and getting abused). That's how shaky the mother/daughter relationship was. The couple split up when Trina was five, then her dad got killed in a bar fight, three years later.Today, Trina. From behind her hips and great ass are encased in the luscious dress, but if she bends over, her pussy will certainly be visible. Norma Jean wants nothing more than to rub her hands over her girlfriend. “Fuck Exie,” she finally utters. “You look amazing.”Exie squeals in delight. “I know! It feels amazing. It feels so soft and sensual. I feel like stroking myself all over!” She saunters slowly over to where Norma Jean is standing stuck in place like a deer caught in the headlights. “This is.