. though I wasn't sure what guilt my conscience was worried about) but when we got home they were a pleasure to watch. I figured there hadn't been man... toys for them - or much joy either.Sunday morning the storm had completely passed and there was a hard bright sun. The air had that special clarity that winter brings to Kansas; you had the feeling that you could see China except for the curvature of the earth. The remaining snow and sleet would disappear quickly except for a few shady patches.. She was going to be a good bitch in bed.I finger fucked Jigna, getting her even wetter, Jigna was pushing her hips back onto my hand, wanting more. I was going to have some fun with her. I rolled her over, pushing her top up, playing with her little breasts, god, her nipples were so hard. Her eyes closed, she lay there enjoying my toying with her. I twisted her nipple hard, I knew it would hurt, Jigna twisted, her eyes opening. “Look at me you Jigna, look at your fucker”The sound of my voice. The orgasms kept coming but I was becoming more distant. Then itstopped. Where was I? I had gone. I was without my body and somewhere else. ?Eve! Eve! I onlyleft you for a minute. Eve! PLEASE WAKE UP!? I was upstairs inthe bedroom lying down. Suddenly I felt sick, I threw up over the side of thebed. ?Oh Eve, darling,what have I done?? ?Sam, I don?t feeltoo good, could you?? I was lost again.I felt ill, not abused or battered or any of the things I thought Sam wasblaming himself for, I just. After about 2 hours in the heat she said it was time to go, I mentioned that I was only getting started, she laughed and said she had started at 8;00 and needed to cool off, but if I was still up to it, keep digging and lock up the tools when I was done, and meet her back here tomorrow morning. She went into the house and while I might of shoveled 3 or 4 more buckets my motivation to keep working had just walked into the house. I put the tools away and locked the door to the shed and then went.