"I'd been watching pretty closely. You filled the sack just so full, and folded the burlap at the top in just a certain way, crimping the edged at the...sides when you folded. I tried to duplicate it as closely as I could. The really hard part was holding the weight of the sack while keeping the folds flat and aligned for the seamer. My first sack had a pretty wavy seam when I finished, and the two lines of twine crossed each other once, which I hadn't seen any of Brian's do. The second wasn't. Oh well, just go for it Tryphaena she tells herself!" She then undresses, puts her clothes away in her drawers, stands in front of the full length mirror in our bedroom, is somewhat disappointed. She's lost most of the baby weight from carrying Rodwell's 3 babies, but quickly rubs her belly, it jiggles a bit, squeezes the side of her thighs, noticing those stubborn extra 2lbs on each. Shakes her head in frustration, but says to herself "Rodwell's crazy, likes my full curvy figure, can't figure. I greet each one with a long, open, lingering embrace, a little sigh or quiet moan in their ear, maybe a sweet peck on the cheek. I deliberately press my body into theirs so they all know that I’m braless..some running their hands up my back to be sure. Each one reacts almost involuntarily to me, a tightened grip, a low growl, an inhaling of my hair or neck, a wandering hand….the chemistry definitely starts to simmer. David especially, seems more in tune to my charged vibe and lets his hands. After a week, the wife phones him and asks how he’s getting on.“Oh! Wonderful, I was only here a day when I met this sexy 20 year old, took her out for a meal, dancing, then back to my room where we had mad passionate sex, how about you, you old bag.”“I’ve had a wonderful time too you dried up old prune, I met this 20 year old sexy male, he took me out for a bang up meal, dancing then back to my room for some really mad sexy screwing. And I’ll bet you that 20 went into 60 more times than 60.