“She’s got anamazing ass too.” “Oh, I agree,” Dave replied. “I keep hoping to see moreof it.” I was loving the attention. “I bet you w...uld,” I teasedhim.Dave said, “Yes, absolutely.”Maybe it was the wine or the fantasy in my head, but Istood up, flipped my skirt up for a second and said,“There!” and walked into the kitchen. Both men staredwide-eyed. I was loving it. We sat down for dinner. Dave sat next to me and Jonacross from me. As we chatted and laughed Dave and Iwould reach out and touch. My parents owned a dairy farm in the southernmost part of Sweden. They also bred pigs, since the yield from the cows alone wasn't enough to sustain us. For reasons of convenience, I still lived with my parents. Work was only 2 km away and I had half the house to myself. My boyfriend, who lived in the next town, came to visit as often as possible. We usually spent our time fucking away like rabbits, morning, day and night. We tried almost everything, every hole, every position. Even a little WS. I have products I sell but you guys really don't have much use for them. Having said that I'll politely ask you gents to leave but don't take your wives with you. Let me be more specific. If the woman of the house is taking care of a new baby then she should stay and hear what I have to say. OK, even if she isn't a new mother she still might like to stay.I started out my career in vacuum cleaners. Yup, best little gadget on the market guaranteed to pick up pet hair and shampoo your carpets.. We had not seen any sign of human occupation on the wharf.One thing that did surprise us was the lack of large piles of dirt and leaves on the roads, wharfs and public areas. I remembered from a tour in one of the museums in Horn City that there used to be machines that cleaned our roads. They hadn’t worked for many centuries that I know of.One of the older crew members must have also seen them too and commented on the way the road was swept that the cleaners must still work here. We decided it.