His wife’s question bordered on the solicitous, “Oh, do you want me to fix something for you? You’ve been batching it for a week and I just assu...ed you were comfortable fixing your own stuff.”He asked about her trip (boring). Her work (difficult, but manageable). Boss (a terror and a tyrant).Her husband responded, “Aren’t you going to ask about my days, my work, my nights?”Carolyn’s half-hearted reply was, “Okay. How were your nights alone? I made us lots of money.”Despite it being a Saturday. ‘Oh that’s probably Amy and Jericho.’ I stood up, and quickly moved over to answer the door. When I opened the door I stared, Amy looked like a small whale, she was so big. ‘Boy you look like your gonna pop any minute.’ I said in awe. She just chuckled as she gave me a sideways hug. ‘Nice to see you to.’ Jericho just smiled next to her. I blushed suddenly realizing what I had said. ‘I’m sorry, come on in.’ I moved back to let them into the house. Hawk walked over, hugging Amy carefully then. Our farm had a neighbor with the next nearest about a half mile away in another cluster of three. The houses are now let out for visitors and are more neat and orderly than they were then but just to see them again brings back memories.One of the houses in the half mile away was an unmarried lady about my father’s age – late forties. Joanna Smythe, definitely with a “y” in the middle, an “e” at the end and pronounced “Sm-eye-the”, as she was apt to inform those who might thought to address. I didn't hesitate long. My sister's nipples, their rigidity discernable despite the bra cups covering them, were irresistible targets. I ran the forefingers of my two hands along the upper margin of her bra, caressing the flesh visible above her fabric-encased breasts. Amanda sighed softly in response. I continued this routine for several minutes, expanding the extent of my movements to include the flesh beneath the cotton and foam cups, carefully avoiding the hardened nubs, teasing but not.