The guys and I all love my butt. They love my tits too. It was Sunday morning and Jerry and I were headed to the pool to cool off. I had on my tiny b...ack string Brazilian-cut bikini. I love the way it shows most of my butt, but isn’t a thong, so it’s all right to wear here. Jerry’s my height, 4’11”, but so wide and strong that he benches 250 pounds. He loves it when I become topless or even nude in public, like when we went tubing on the Comite River last year, a month after we were married.. “You know, the best plastic surgeons on the planet are in Bangkok and LA. My dear husband made sure I saw a one of the best.”“Did you get new tits too?” Bop asked. “It sure looks like it, but why didn’t you get bigger?” The last was addressed to my husband, who cracked up. Bop really is impossible. But my Father’s eyes said he was amazed and pleased to see the new healthier me.“No dear, that is just me ... what we all came with. Praise be ... Maybe my diet helped.”I had invoked our Faith so. I had coffee and bear sign to get me started, and after I had Kita and Chiqa fed and in their pallet snoozing my real breakfast showed up. Four fried eggs, hash browns, and nearly a pound of bacon for myself showed me I had been a good boy sometime lately.George, Bill, and I split up after breakfast. George and Bill volunteered to take on the training of a few men to operate the skidder and distribute hay to the new custom made caves we were using for feeding our stock. I took Routata and. It couldn't be the Sheriff. It was way too soon. Dina was driving with Stan in the passenger seat and a woman in the back. They all piled out when it pulled to a stop and took in the scene with surprise."What in heaven's name is going on?" Stan asked. Briefly, Ted told him and Stan's face contorted in the first angry expression I had seen on him. He stalked off towards the back of the house, muttering under his breath.The woman threw herself into Ted's arms and I stopped, open mouthed in.