She quite looked forward to that. She would get the food together, he would cook, and they would share clean-up chores afterwards. Ryan had become a d...cent cook, and Patty was learning how, with his encouragement and support.“Dad? Are you coming down to do dinner? I’m starved!” Patty called up the stairs to her Dad.“Be down in a minute, Baby. Just getting changed” Ryan answered her.Walking into the kitchen, Ryan was greeted with the sight of Patty’s little bubble butt, as she bent over. He felt. Not sales smiles. She’s also the town’s bookstore owner and self-designated town and region historian. The town is only a couple thousand people and this first visit of mine to it made me wonder if they were also counting the local livestock in that number.It wasn’t until she had the car slowed to a crawl that I saw it, a very narrow, two-track path leading into the woods. I looked from the narrow tract back to Marge in surprise. Her full concentration was in making the turn with her large. "May I please fill your cup, Master?" I heard Angela say from my side.I quickly looked up to see her standing in one of my button down shirts holding the coffee pot. She looked far better in my shirt than I ever did, and I loved the way it accentuated her long, lean legs."How did you know I needed a refill?" I asked."I just did," she replied and shrugged.I nodded to her and held out my cup for her to pour. While she did, I slowly ran my hand up her leg, savoring the smoothness of her legs."If. She walked over to the spotlight shining on the wooden floor, stepping into carefully it as if she was about to wear it like a pair of shoes. She had never done this type of thing before and was unsure how to start. But she knew she had to do it well, so she undid the rest of the buttons on her raincoat and took it off a seductively as she could. Standing there in the underwear she felt strangely strong and empowered. She was now in control. Suddenly the music started.Mark turned the music on.