" He unrolled back to a normal position, giant antenna of a dick sticking up, and said, "God, I can't believe I'm fucking telling you this! Please p...omise me you won't tell anyone!" Of course I won't."After a pause, I added, “And it doesn't taste bad." I know, right? I don't know why some women freak out about tasting it." Do you swallow it?" I asked."Well...yeah, usually. I mean it's already in my mouth. Can't complain about women spitting it out if you do it yourself."Now we were getting. I couldn't bear it if you fell and broke your back or worse, fooling around this old barn. Why won't you listen to me?' He lowered her and himself onto the loose hay, and pulling her to him, face to face, he questioned her. 'I do listen, Nick. I just get bored waiting, and I'm eager to get things going on this farm again. You promised me you would help, not tan my hide.' Then, she giggled a little. 'Nick, the hide tanner,' she teased. 'And don't you forget it,' he said smiling. He began to. " And what are you training to be, Frilly?"The Crunch! There was no getting away from this, was there. There wasonly one acceptable answer and it doomed me! Little Henry was getting aHell of a work-over and I could hardly think at all. Come on, Frilly, getthe words right and quickly. I can't stand this any longer!"A girl who is a ladies maid, Sister Sarah." Excellent, Frilly. Keep thinking about that and what it means and try toimagine how you will finally become the perfect ladies maid. Think. I casually placed my hand on her shoulder and greeted the few men and women standing around. As they continued the conversation I slid my hand down her arm, raising goose bumps. I let my hand travel down her bare back and skim down her left buttock. No underwear, good. The silk was soft but the woman underneath it was warm, alive and ready. I could smell her arousal. It was a particular scent to her skin, a certain heat that emanated from her body. Three months of fucking each other.