It really was good being back. We went into the house and I got settled.I stripped down to a pair of jean shorts and a tight muscle shirt to try and k...ep cool in July heat, then spent the rest of the afternoon with Uncle Bill going through a list of all that needed to be done. Come chore time, Cheryl was with us as we milked the cows then fed and watered the rest of the live stock. All the time, I couldn't keep my eyes off Cheryl's puffy nipples that proudly showed off through her t-shirt. I. You bend low, and drink in my perfume again. Your lips hover above mine, your tongue running along the cold, crimson stiffness that once pleasured you orally--and now destined never to do so again. Bolder now, your hand slips into my blouse to fondle my left tit. Poking and prodding and squeezing as you kiss my face. Unsatisfied, you move lower, and fumble with the button on my pants.I wear nothing beneath the pantyhose; shorn even of my strawberry bush by morticians you realize likely took. I overheard the GF tell him "Now, now Chris you and I are friends! I work with your family at the Power Company! I will give that to you for the next crew we put together." Chris quieted down and said that would be OK if that happened quickly. From that time on Chris would be from 5 minutes up to 30 minutes late for work. Then on days when we were getting a sprinkle he would say "We're not going out, it's inclement weather." I just let it ride as I was the new Tramp Lineman in town. The Power. When he pulled into her place and stopped the car, Zera looked at Kash with a plain but somewhat serious look on her face.“Wrong place?” asked Kash.“You should learn to be gentle. I might be your dirty little whore and you might have your issues but you don’t take it out on me like that. I won’t be able to walk and talk right because of you for at least a day,” said Zera, in a very deep and hoarse tone.“Oh, sorry?” asked Kash.“Sorry? That’s it? You fucking wreck me with that evil stick of.