“Young man, I wish you could see yourself.” Mr. Schmidt looked across the table to his wife. “Rachel, I thought only Rebecca blushed like that.�...� He turned back to me, “When we’re done eating, I’ll show you the grill.”While Rebecca and her mother cleaned up after dinner, Mr. Schmidt and I walked to the barn. Mr. Schmidt glanced at me twice before he stopped walking. I stopped with him. Mr. Schmidt turned. “Mr. Butcher, a moment please.”“Sure, is there a problem? Something I can do?”“Yes, Mr.. ..I moan against your neck moving...Together in magical rhythm... soft moans from each other intensifies the feelings... moving you so you're above me...So I can devour your sweetness again and again. Pulling you down so the tip of my tongue traces along your glistening lips...feeling you tremble as my tongue licks gently back and forth. Savoring the sweet taste of you...Feeling you tremble against my tongue as it parts your lips searching for the source of your pleasure... finding it.... I awoke to the hot sun streaming in through the open bedroom window, at first I was confused by it but then I looked at the clock and realized that I'd slept through the evening and night, it was half past seven in the morning!Pausing only to don a robe, I went downstairs and found her singing to herself at the kitchen sink,"How's the most beautiful woman in the world?" I said softly as I slipped both arms around her waist,"She's perfect thank you kind sir" she laughed and tilted her head back. If anything, she felt safer to move, since so far today she had been nervous to reach for a drink in fear of knocking something over. James wasn't used to her breasts completely yet, and accidentally rubbing against them was distracting. She realized that she could get used to this, but, like everything else about her life right now, it would take time. James finished removing the under things, and rapidly redonned her shirt. Dividing the pile of clothes into two, she opened the door to her.