"Do you remember our conversation last night?" You mean when you asked me to marry you and I said yes?" Yeah, that one." Yes, I remember it well, why?...Are you going to back out?" No! No! I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't dreaming."No, you didn't dream it," and she started on him again. When they finally emerged from their room about noon, Stephanie was having quite a hard time walking, and an even harder time sitting. For the first time with Kyle, she had offered, or more less insisted. Mmmmmm."Hi Mistress Dyvia..." she started, "I'm all made up, how do I look?" Oh Patricia, you look hot, you look stunning, you look so yummy, that Iwant to gobble you up right now." Oh Mistress Dyvia!" She beamed with a smile. "I'm ready right now." I laughed a bit, "No not yet, Patricia." I paused, slowly curled adeviously deviant Dyvia smile, and continued, "You have lots of cocks inthe next room that desperately hope you are will be nice enough milk allthe yummy cummies from them." Mistress. And the flat, firm stomach. And the smooth lips of her labia. And...“Um ... Allie? Are you having another emergency?”“Sort of, but different,” she answered. She was serious. “Am I pretty enough, Tony?”“God, yes! How could you ever doubt that?” I asked. I started to get up to go to her, but she held up her hand to keep me away.“Would you draw me, Tony?” she asked softly. “Really draw me? Not just a little sketch? Not a group? Just me?”This was more than a request for a picture. I recognized it.. The barn is a quarter mile from the road so I'm never bothered when I work.Deborah arrived a little early and backed her truck into the barn next to the bales of hay. I noticed that she was dressed in a sun dress which was quite unusual, she's normally a jeans girl. Her hair was also a little curly, not the straight I've grown used to, what the hell? She had a strange smirk on her face and asked if I'd throw 20 bales on for her.She usually helped stack so it took a little longer than normal and.