Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, ages ranging from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.The husbands primar...ly were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played cornhole in the grass.Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on. It was fun. Wemostly did this during the school holidays and as auntie was away inLondon most of the week, we had many good days of fun. In fact my firstorgasm, and every one remembers their first, was at Paula's instigationand I was only just twelve. We had been playing around and pretending Iwas Cinderella and she Prince Charming, well, kids will be kids, and itwas fine while I was dressed in rags but things happened. Paula hadfound a gown for me to wear to the ball. It was, in fact,. . You know.” He winced a little. “It just doesn’t do anything for me.” “That’s because you haven’t tried it. Trust me.” “Oh? And how many times have I asked you?” He reached down and squeezed her butt, leaving little doubt that he was talking about asking her for anal. “That’s different. I told you that I had a bad experience.” “Because the guy had a donkey dong and was drunk off his ass.” “I know you wouldn’t be like that, but it still makes my stomach do flip-flops when I think about it.”. And she reproached herself for obliquely feeling the same way, but his main asset as far as she was concerned was, "he isn't in my face, he isn't pushing me, he is just there, right where he needs to be." Hi baby," she said gaily through the screen door, it opened, "Come on in," he laughed and closed it again. He was giving her the chance if she wanted, to make her own decision, yes or no. This was the instant that she knew for certain what his intentions were. And Emma couldn't see yet, a way.