Seeing that I now had a professional egg plucker, I went to check on the other girls.Milking goats isn’t much different from milking cows, just smal...er and shorter. But these were city girls. I was reasonably sure they hadn’t even known that goats gave milk. I spent the next 15 minutes showing Lucy and Susan what they were doing wrong. Once they had the idea, though, they made quick work of it.Next came the hard part. Getting the stock back inside. They couldn’t be left outside. Like humans,. "It's a good thing you're married," I said, smiling.Elena blushed. "Good gosh, Sean, I'm old enough to be your..." She paused, and then she smiled, too. "Well, okay, old enough to be your older sister."Everybody around the table got a chuckle from the exchange.I was going to be spending most of my last couple of weeks of summer break on the road. I had camper presentations to do at every site, and my last two weekends were taken up with coaching and referee clinics. I sent Theo and Spencer off. Put them on and follow me."Besides the lingerie, Lilla left me black 5 inch fuck me pumps. Very pointy closed toe, no sides, stiletto heels, ankle straps. I put them on, held onto whatever I could grab and wobbled my way to the bathroom vanity.In the mirror I saw myself wearing a black sheer half-jacket attached to a black lacy bra. The "jacket" sat a couple of inches over the tops of my shoulders and the sheer sleeves flared at mid-forearm where the material changed to lace. I had to admit it. And it was hard. Hard like a steel pipe. And her hand had unknowingly grabbed it. Expecting a door handle, she had wrapped her fingers around it, and now felt it firmly rest in her palm. Time seemed to stand still. She looked up at him. He looked like she felt - shocked, horrified, and unable to speak. Neither of them moved a muscle, as if moving would make it all real. They just stood, faces mere centimetres apart. She saw the shape of his pink lips, smelled the beer on his breath, heard the.