All the bikes around the walls face that centerpiece as if paying homage to nobility."Bessie?" I whispered.She was gracefully aging royalty holding co...rt, surrounded by admiring subjects."Bessie?" I half-whispered again, afraid I was seeing things, afraid I'd break the spell. Shrugging out of my backpack and setting it down quietly by the door I tip-toed closer, cold sweat prickling my nakedness. "Is that you?"It couldn't be her! When Maria and I had brought Bessie in last Thursday she'd been a. "I might just let you handle me instead!" Don't you start," I warned her."Oh, pooh. You're no fun," Izzy replied."Besides the press outside, what else?" I asked. "And by-the-way, what time is it?" It's almost seven thirty, and the 'what else' is the large number of phone calls from all sorts of dignitaries wanting to meet with you this morning. This sure is an early rising town. Grace said the calls began coming in around six o'clock and haven't let up yet. She's telling them all that we'll get. Once Roger had gotten over his snit about Fords or nothing, he agreed it made pretty reasonable sense, and he figured he might as well let Catalina win one once in a while. They'd taken a couple days to unload some of the summer gear from the new motor home, and load some carpentry tools, although Roger doubted much would be needed besides the power tools.The Amish women had spent much of the morning preparing a great noon meal, and around the time the sun was high work gradually ceased as. “«Oj, Oj, Oj!»” she moaned as I started thrusting repeatedly into her. Her breathing quickly grew ragged, and she began rippling her muscles as I pounded in and out of her butt. I was close and pushed in deeply, allowing her to milk me to release. As soon as the first jet hit her, she squeezed me tight, then released me and groaned loudly, her body shaking hard. I fired several more spurts into her and collapsed onto her.“Wow,” I rasped, “that was amazing.”“Yeah, I could feel you thrusting with.