Inside the barn I slid four freshly cut alfalfa hay bales to the middle of the floor, facing the stalls and lay the comforter on them. I'm quite tall ...nd my wife is rather short, so the hay bales made it easy for me to stand and make love to her doggy-style. The stallions apparantly thought we were there to feed them and were jostling around in the stalls, so to prevent an interruption I opened the stall doors and let them roam about freely to munch on the hay on the barn floor. My wife was. Unfortunately, that night she came over and had coffee with my boss and me. She left on one of the three-wheel cabs, calling me later and saying she wished that she had come back. I told her I wanted her to. But she could not get out. The next night I was leaving. After work, some of us went to the beach and walked around. I went back to the hotel to pack. There was a knock at the door and she walked in. She immediately asked if she could shower, and I nodded. When she came out, I was on the. We sometimes played. We sometimes argued. But mostly were just each doing our thing. The Marsha in this family was my slightly older stepsister Carrie. As a younger brother, imagine my confused interest at watching my new sister grow up before my eyes. There was an extra level of intrigue to all things involving privacy. While seeing my real sister undressed seemed perfectly boring, getting peeks at Carrie in various stages of undress was an ongoing pursuit. Apparently Carrie felt the same. “Okay.”We walked silently to the parking lot in front of the building. Even at midnight, there was still a line of at least two dozen guys waiting to get into the club. Typical for a city that never sleeps, I reasoned.“They’re all waiting to see you, and you’re leaving.”I shot her a little smile.“Yeah, I wish.”We walked fifty more feet until we were standing in front of a lifted Ford F-350 pickup.“This is me, what do you think?”“I like it, it fits you.”I heard the little chirping sound as she.