You lead me into a room and slowly remove my clothes. You set me down in a chair and slowly tie my legs to the chair and take my hands and tie them be...ind the chair. As I sit there in the darkness from the blind fold, I hear you walking around me in your high heels, as you circle me you run your soft hands all over my body. I feel you stop right in front of me. You gently sit on my lap and passionately kiss me while slowly removing the blind fold. You stand back up and smile at me and ask if I. I was fully dressed this time and I smiled at her and waved my hand. She turned back and went away. The next day I hid myself and looked for the girl. She came and when she didn't find me near window I could find disappointment. I suddenly came out and caught her unawares. But I could find happiness in her eyes. I planned to speak to this girl and was ready in my ford when the college left for lunch and she saw me as she came out of college with her friends. I saw her getting separated from. It was more like one of those costumes you see on scantily-clad female warriors in risque animated films. It was black in color and started at her shoulders as thin flat bands of material that flared out just enough to cover the areolas of her firm, full breasts, then continuing down at an angle to a sharp V-point just above her clitoris. If she moved just right, you could see just the top of her ample inner labia poking out. Down the back was the same V-point which ended a little below her. Mom and I quickly talked it over and decided the best thing was to get them warm and fed. We put the kids in the back seat of the Range Rover and put the luggage in the back. We drove to my small ranch, ten miles or so northeast of Wichita. I bred miniature horses as a hobby while working for what used to be Beech Aircraft, now Raytheon, as an Aeronautical Engineer. Mom sat in the back with them and got them to drink a little of the now not-so-hot chocolate. When we arrived at the ranch, Mom.