..” Neko said. Embarrassment crept from her belly to her throat, bypassing Phil’s cum on the way. “I think so. Sorry, babe, after he arrived, I ...ent upstairs to watch my program and fell asleep. The box was off when I woke up, though, so I think he worked on it.”Phil grunted approval.“Everything okay?” Neko said, pressing the back of one hand against Phil’s forehead. It was cool and dry. “Did I do a good one?”“Huh?” Phil said. He snapped and pointed toward the fridge. Neko promptly fetched him. She returned with several flats of perennials and annuals as well as some rose bushes. Seth had all the garden tools she’d need in the shed so she’d passed on those. As an afterthought, she threw in a new pair of gloves in case he didn’t have anything that fit her. She couldn’t wait to get started. It took her days to get it all done but she loved how it looked. Seth offered to haul up some rocks from the stream for her to put in with the plants. He’d taken the quad and loaded up the trailer. Unless he runs me off, I'm going to be this man's wife — one of many — but his wife, nonetheless.Kayla watched as Jeff told the girls about his wives. Oh, now that's the way to put a damper on their reactions, Kayla mused, but then the redhead kissed him on his cheek, and all of them launched into a questioning session about his wives' names, and everything about them. Apparently someone had already clued them in that Jeff had multiple wives. When Jeff got to the ages of his younger wives,. So I paid no mind. Shortly the rider was directly in my draft. We introduced ourselves and exchanged the time of day.Her name was Rebecca, "Becky". She was hard to see in the mirror, but from what I could see she was a strong cyclist. She smiled a lot and was very talkative.She hailed from the east coast and had never been this far west before. She was finding the whole ride an eye-opener. The vastness of the high desert, the stark beauty of the terrain and the sound of it all. Or lack there.