You didn’t try to show off, you just took me to a nice place. Not what I thought I would get when I agreed to go out with you.’ ‘The owners are ...riends and I feel comfortable here, plus the food is great. Are you disappointed Kathleen, we can go someplace more fashionable next time.’ ‘No, I’m not disappointed. This place is perfect. By the way my friends call me Kathy.’ ‘Not me, I won’t call you that,’ I replied. ‘Don’t you want to be my friend?’ She teased. ‘Yes I would like to be your friend.. For a little while I started singing an old German folk song, "Mein Vater war ein Wandersman." Literally the name (and the first line) translates to "my daddy was a wandering man," but it gets rendered in English as "I am a happy wanderer." I sang it in German; it's the original, and I don't much care for sloppy paraphrased translations. But I soon quit; my voice, I realized, however (I hoped) alluring to human audiences, was scaring off all the wildlife within hearing distance, and that was no. I think you’ll like it.” She reached down to help guide Jonathan’s cockhead into her entrance and slowly lowered herself so that he was just inside her. As she heard him moan, she smiled and sank down slowly on his shaft as she continued talking, “You let the girl control the fun and she’ll like you even more.” The moon shone brightly in the barn now and she winked at Jonathan as she sank fully on him and moved her hips.A cool rush of air blew through the barn and Lara’s nipples were harder. I obviously got some of my looks from my father. Katlin, on the other hand, looks exactly like a clone of our mom. The two men hung around us, or rather mom, for several days. Dad had died two years earlier and I'm sure if Katlin and I had not been along, the Frenchmen would have gotten their wish. I actually got a lot of flirting in. The guys were responsive enough, but every time I got a little heinie squeeze, Katlin would be right there trying to get some of the action. In spite of her.