Fun fact (because I love fun facts, which is a fun fact about me I’m sure you had no idea of): chickens can’t see blue light. It just doesn’t re...ister with them. So when the time comes to empty a barn and load them all into crates, they turn on blue lights and the Poles who ... excuse me, the workers who gather them up can easily chase them down, because as far as the chickens are concerned it’s pitch black. Cool, huh? I’m not sure if you are into trivia, but if you are I’ll try to insert one. I need to kick something, break things or scream.’ I told Rose softly ‘Or… I can find another way of using this energy I have inside… but I wanted to ask your approval first. It seems that your husband’s family haven’t really treated you right either. And I wanted to ask you if you’d be very sorry if I put some effort into breaking down the little empire they’ve built for themselves? I am quite capable of tearing it and them into tiny, little, non-important pieces of pocket lint. So may I…. "How was London? Did you go to a big party? How was Jessicaand Paige's wedding? Did you go to Disneyland Paris?" The questionswere firing in a non-stop, rapid fire mode. We tried to calm her as wetook seats on the beat-up lawn chairs that sat in the sheep pen thatAshley had basically called hone for the last few days. Jenny begantelling her the tales of our honeymoon as I tried to quickly edit thepictures on my phone."So, what time do you show your lamb?" I asked, trying to steer. I became too inquisitive since then, and wished to see Blanca's red panty again, so I never missed a chance to check if the panty still slipped out, gazing at her rear, and bubble ass. Also I'd make sure she only was wearing that particular panty, the one she wore on my birthday's party, then realized, with dismay, it was not red, or my view was blocked. I thus was becoming obsessed, thoughtful, and only wished to lay a hand on the panty, to caress and feel it. I couldn't do anything.