."Vanessa looked into the woman's sensual green eyes, before she finally leant in, kissing her. Starting soft and sweet the redhead became demanding; ...er lips opening against the stripper's, her tongue reaching out to stroke the inside of her mouth.Vanessa surprised herself, groaning at the increased contact; it wasn't often a client-reciprocated pleasure. Absorbed by their contact, the women parted slowly:"I'm not your usual visitor" Natasha said lightly, "And I've got a lot to. "Of course," I lied, "born with the handles in my paws. Can recognize every mule in town from the rear end," I held up my big, callused hands and she smiled at me. Plowing was one of the many chores I tried to avoid back in Fredericktown. Slaves did most of it on the bigger farms."Only pays three shillings a week and keep," she said, "but there's plenty of work. My hired hands ran off, avoiding the military I suppose or just lazy. You mounted?"My mind roared past the trollop I had just mounted. The first job after lunch was to go and collect the Christmas tree from outside the greengrocers; I had to hold a number of trees up for inspection until Mum and Jen at last agreed on one that was the right height and shape for the sitting room, and then I had to carry it home.There were lots of smiles from other pedestrians as I weaved my way down the High Street, trying very hard not to collide with anyone. My vision was impaired by prickly evergreen branches swaying in front of my face, but. And though I honestly believe she had screwed up here, she tried dodging that bullet anyway as she pushed her breasts together."They're just big enough that your father used to push them together like this, and then suck on the nipples together simultaneously. Whenever he did that, I never failed to have an orgasm if he kept it up for very long."I was sure that was the truth too. I am sure he had and did. But the way she had said it, and the look on her face when she first did, told me she was.