Not for now. You have to see the doctor, first. I'd hate to do something wrong, through ignorance. You agree, Peggy?" Yes, I see what you mean. You do...things right, don't you, Trevor?" I do my best, Peggy. At least, I try to, when I know what I am doing."The remainder of that day went smoothly. Peggy produced a satisfactory evening meal, and all the babies behaved themselves – almost! There were the usual "feed me!" or " change my nappy" cries, but their mothers coped well, with Peggy's. You’ve met your match.” “Don’t bet against me, you’ll lose your money,” Doreen snickered and kissed me. Six years later. Our farm was thriving. The economy was slowly recovering and the drought had passed. We had a full time crew to help with the crops and livestock. But…somethings never change. “Gil Anthony Renard! If you’re teaching our kids to fight again, I’ll tan your Italian ass!” Doreen yelled from outside the barn doors. Our children were five year old twins, Claire, our. .." Confused, Greg asked Kathy to dance with him. "No thank you, Greg. I couldn't. It's... it's not right to... I..." Julia was suddenly alert. With surreptitious eye and hand motions, she signaled the others to leave her alone with Kathy. When the other five had gone, she began skillfully probing into Kathy's strange reaction to the dancing. For almost an hour, the two talked earnestly, moving out of the hot tub when they started to overheat. Sensing something important, everyone else,. The red spot on your ass cheek is so…pretty. So I decorate your ass with more spots, democratically spreading them equally between both cheeks, delighting in your flinching until I am satisfied with my decorations, with the sting and the heat I know you are feeling. Oh…but deep between your cheeks my finger now slides, teasing your ass with promise. A promise too-quickly fulfilled as I follow the teasing touch with a well-lubed finger and sink it to the hilt in your ass. You were not expecting.