Stacy tensed - she hated this bitch - but did not pull away. Neil flipped off the lights as Gary moved forward to turn on the TV and start the video."...f you lose," Gary continued, "well... I can't really say; we haven't thought that far ahead. I must say, though, I really don't expect you to lose; I have every confidence that you will meet the conditions for winning."Somehow, the small part of Stacy's mind which was still listening to his voice was not much comforted by this expression of. .. something?”“Godmama?”“The Queen.” As if that made all the difference“Just making sure,” I said. I waved my hand in the gesture that says ‘please, continue.’He hemmed, fluffed, and started ... again.“Godmama wants to know.”“Ah ... yes ... government,” I said.His turn to make the continue gesture ... mine was nowhere as regal. I continued ... through lunch and tea and... “You drove over the hill.”“Government?” Aghast.“So they claimed.”Our stomachs announced that we had missed something. I. I didn’t know but I was loving this.Things just got more interesting as time went on. I had no idea just how much we’d be doing beside hauling hay with the implied mischief of these four actual gremlins in the field. Bucking bales with supernatural goddess nymphs was an experience opportunity beyond all expectations. Bucking, chucking, ducking, perhaps sucking, trucking, maybe fucking. The limit and the theme, hopefully, so erotic.After some time passed we stopped for a drink break and the cons. You can imagine the thoughts that ran through my young mind. I had kept this to myself and always thought that Pam was oblivious to me watching her. I found out on that day in the hayloft that she had, in fact, seen me watching her and that she started purposely making sure that I could see her. That day we were playing in the forts that we had built in the hay. We had done this many times and actually had quite a sophisticated network of tunnels and small rooms built into the hay bales and had.