I had met Dean and Sandy online, when they had messaged me, admiring some of the pics I had posted. Through the months, we became friends, trading p...otographs and messages online. They lived on the west coast, far from the quiet boredom of the high plains where I reside.Dean originally was from the plains and had family in the area in the major metropolitan area about four hours from where I live. (On the plains, we don’t measure space by miles, but by the time it takes to get somewhere.). They had discussed her limits, her expectations and what John would prefer, but it would be Jim's job to see it through. He smiled at the thought because he knew just what she needed - and all their previous conversations on the subject had given him insight into her desires."Darling? Did you wear your plug today?", he asked, knowing the answer, as he gently caressed her hip and thigh.She slowly shoot her head. "No, not today. I wasn't home", she replied as she almost purred at his touch."What. I am 5’4” with small but perky tits and shapely legs, and because I know that he loves my ass, I wore my smallest bikini and walked in front of him, swaying my hips, whenever possible. I would also purposefully float close to him in the pool and brush the palm of my hand against the front of his bathing suit, feeling his cock which was buoyant in the water - that never failed to make me wet. We were never really alone, but whenever we were out of earshot of the others he told me how. ”Between bouts of laughter, Wally said, “You really do know how to sweet talk an Ables woman. I’ll let you through the gate and then give her a call to let her know you’re coming.”Jim leaned forward and rested his forehead on the top of the steering wheel. He could hear Wally chuckling while walking back to the guardhouse. Wally’s voice carried well enough for Jim to hear, “She’s going to be all over him like gunfire at an Ables family picnic.”Jim moaned. “This is a disaster.”With the date.