“Then it’s a good thing you found me,” she gloated.It took a second for the implication of her statement to hit me. “Why’s that?” I asked,...stunned.“My grandparents have ... had a place near Visalia--up in the Central Valley. I used to spend summers there and know a little bit about farming.”“That could work,” I said, thinking out loud. “We should probably hit the grocery stores and stock up on canned goods rather than just raiding all the neighborhood homes,” I suggested.“No!” she answered. I spilled some pre-cummyself as the warm eruption bathed my feet and toes. I orgasm-ed, too,when she raised my toes to her loving lips, licked them like they were tentiny pricks and swallowed the copious coating of cum. Christie was still rummaging through my purchases when she looked over andsaid, "What the hell are you two doing? You just came in your gaff,Gabrielle. You'd better take that corset off if you're going to wear itSaturday. And speaking of cum, what's in the mayonnaise jar? It. ‘Why are you so late today?’ I asked. She gave an excusing smile and said it was due to the heavy downpour. I asked her to get in quickly so that she is done with the daily chores. I knew she was unsatisfied and very much uninterested in the work. Apprehending the problem I asked her to wash the utensils and just dust my room and leave. Her eyes sparkled as if she had been granted the boon she was craving for. She moved very fast and when done with the utensils she came to my room for dusting.. Well almost. It’s 80% true, 20% fantasy. You figure out which is which. It was during a summer. My husband was away at work and our black neighbor was helping me with one thing or another, and my own salaciousness was taking the best of me. This being a hot summer day, he was shirtless and wearing thin sports slacks. His abs were fabulous. I had on pair of tiny white cotton athletic shorts that were a size to small fitting my ass tightly. My inner labia are always hanging out so my shaved.