Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have fresh smoked whitefish, salmon or lake trout, live clams or giant crayfish ... cooked to order ... on the...spot.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have yachties from out of state ... or out of country ... who spend seven or eight thousand dollars shopping in one go.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have 20 different kinds craft beer by the keg ... delivered to your boat, home or party.I’ll tell you right now ... if you can buy it in the supermarket. I caressed her long breasts that hung much - a thing that just makes me crazy. Nice! Beautiful! - I kissed one breast and caressed gently the second - while Kaj sucked my cock and balls. It was new and very exciting for me. We went into the bedroom and was soon on the bed all three. Kaj lay on his back and Grethe and I tongue kissed over his cock - took the alternately in the mouth and alternately tongue kissed. There were wet with our juices. Although. Grethe lay on his back and got put a. Ineeded to be careful and conscious. Sue soon took me out of my mood andworries were forgotten.After breakfast Sue had me join her in the garden, for her Yoga routine.This was followed by a loan of a bikini and some sun bathing. It occurredto me that once my breast forms were removed, I would end up with astrange pattern on my chest. It was not until much later that morningthat it occurred to me that the strap marks on my back and shoulderswould also look odd.In the afternoon I had a rehearsal. Then I watched as she went off to catch up with the others. Well It was a lovely day and I had to take my Jacket off with some other things, I slipped into the airconditioned back of the limo and settled down for a sleep as I had such a busy week. I was woken by a tapping on the window. It was Mrs Smith and as I opened the door she jumped in with me, she was very drunk and proceded to strip, first her hat then she removed her dress and then she just laid back in her underware and looking at me.