You want to be a country bumpkin like that boyfriend of mother's or a fucking farmer like my stupid grandfather?" What if I do?" I didn't raise you fo... that." You raised me to fuck old women. You did well, except this," I pointed to my tracks again, "has got me down to one. And the mistress of course who still loves me for some reason and accepts me for who I am. Even she's excited about living in the country." She's going to wear bib overalls and dig in the dirt?" mocked my mother."I doubt it,. On the way to do that, other old habits from my time in Special Operations took hold again, and I checked all of the doors and windows on the first floor to ensure that no one had gotten into the house while I was passed out drunk.Following my easing the pressure on my bladder, I realized that I knew other spells that would ensure my safety while I figured out the how, where, and when I had learned to do Magic, if in fact that was what I was doing, and I used one of those spells to cast a ward. I felt my juices gushing, drenching my thighs. Sam withdrew his fingers and rested his head on my soft, undulating tummy. My chest heaved and my shaking legs spasmed as I tried to relax them at full stretch. My toes were still curled but I released the damp bedsheets and placed my hands on Sam’s hair. Eventually, I got my breathing under control and Sam wriggled up the bed alongside me and held me until I stopped shaking. Pulling me tight against his bare chest, I then realised he still wore. We had never been into the group thing sexually because Pete, my lover, was a top and attracted to thin young men. I, on the other hand, liked brawny guys and was a total bottom.Even after our separation we always remained friends and would visit one another in the years to come.Cognisant of my impending retirement, I began to look for the place where I wished to settle. I eventually found a small village ten miles inland from the coast in the most southerly region of the country. It was a very.