Even as she awoke, her first thought was "Is that a cock?"It was indeed a cock, but not the type Carly hoped for. It was the rooster, crowing as the s...n came up, and reminding her that she had to get up and do all her chores. Yawning, Carly tossed on her "work" overalls - she had two sets of clothing, the trendy type which she wore to school, and her work clothes which got dirty as she did her chores around the farm.Carly's parents owned a wheat farm, but as with any farm, they owned a few. Boys no doubt used to ogle her all the time. But she was always composed. I passed out. I was one of the topper of my batch and so, I was excited when I returned for convocation. I was with friends when I saw her coming out of her car. She had changed her hairstyle. Her clothing was very simple. But simplicity was her strength. Her clean fair face, with her characteristic light red lipstick, loosely tied hair and her thin body – all made her elegant like no one else. I approached her to say,”. How in the world had those ideas everentered her head? She laughed and started crossing themout. She started with the craziest ones, the ones thatmight send her to prison. Then she deleted the ones shemight get away with if she had a criminal mind, the onesthat would turn Ralph into a zombie and the ones thatwould mean the end of any chance to have children withRalph.As she narrowed the list, she realized that some of theideas that seemed far out were starting to look morepossible to her. When. Our passion igniting our fire of pleasure. The sensation of feeling her body get excited, the sound of her breathing and soft moans is pure ecstasy. I gently stroke her tits over her negligee as I feel her nipples harden. Kissing her deeply as I slide my hand up inside her top, feeling her soft tits and hard nipples. I am a boob man, and love playing with her tits. My other hand slowly caresses her pussy lips over her thong, feeling how full they are now and how wet her thong is. My hand slides.