"He stinks, but you smell good. Are you wearingperfume?" No," I replied defensively. "I'm not wearing anything." Him right," Mike grunted scratching h...s ribs. "You, smell, good." Ah, are you alright Mike?" Me ok."_ _ _ _ _Mike plopped down on the couch as Steve and I each headed upstairs. "I'mstill so horney," I grumbled as I shuffled into my bathroom. I turned onthe water and looked up into the mirror. "My GOD!" I said. "I must haveput more effort into my makeup than I remembered." I was. STEVE -- Sunday, October 15, 1961Lunch was very pleasant, and the two bottles of wine that Nigel had been pouring throughout made it even more enjoyable. After a simple fruit bowl for dessert, Sarah brought out a pot of coffee along with four cups. I took Sandy's hand and we sat peacefully, enjoying the coffee, the view of the mountains, and the good company.Finally, I looked at my watch, and reluctantly got up, saying, "Thank you so much for everything! Lunch today has been wonderful, and we. He didn’t want me to leave home. I guess he had in his mind that I would do everything he wanted without question and then settle down with some farmer from another family of his choosing. That is why he doesn’t want me fucking the hands.”“He’s afraid you’ll fall for one and marry him,” Adam offers.“More like, I’ll fall for one and leave the farm with him,” Paula corrects.“Well, it’s too bad he doesn’t really know me,” he remarks.“I think he has a good grip on who you are,” she counters. “But. Suddenly, voices approached the toilets, and the door slammed open.“Oh darling, he’s such a horn dog!”Who the fuck even says “horn dog”? thought Maggie.“I know. Oh god, what I’d give to have him fuck me all day and night for a week!”Careful nothing drops off you, you plastic bint.“And the rest of it. Darling, you must give me all the details, you simply must. Any information regarding that stallion is perfect fuck factor. I could sit on his face in my fantasies, for like, ever!”Oh yes, sweedie.