The soybeans were nearly all harvested, but were a bit wet from mid-week rain. Dad wanted to get the last 40 acres into the drying bin and move what w... could to the co-op. Then Dad could work on the combine Sunday to get it ready to start on corn Monday. Some minor changes had to be made inside the massive machine, and of course, a different header would be attached to the front.The first pink rays of sunlight were spilling over the eastern horizon as Grandpa and I each took a tractor to town. Next she took off the panty thong,revealing a gray gaffe. "Poor Art, it wasn't my time of the month....it never is!" she exclaimed as she pulled down that, a 8 inch penisstrung to attention, relieved to be released. She then grabbed thisincongruent man tool, and pumped it a bit before it let out some cumas she cried out in a loud womanly cry.Satisfied with that release, Lorelei continued "Well Art, you mighthave wondered why I wore no short sleeved outfits, or why I woregloves all the times you. Monday, I rang the number for the Vicar at St. Mark's, only to find he was unavailable, and was given a number for the curate. I began to wonder if fate was conspiring against us. Having eventually got hold of the curate, I arranged an appointment for the following evening.Tuesday was uneventful ... until we met the curate. Helen was bubbly and excited as we walked along Clarkehouse Road, past the Botanical Gardens. We stood on the doorstep; my right arm around Helen as she reached out to press. "Give that back," I said, grabbing for my toga."Come and get it," she said, giggling, and running back the way she came.I ran after her. It was impossible to try to cover myself and run at the same time. What a sight we must have made, two naked girls running through the woods.Then she stopped and just before I could catch her, I watched as she balled my toga up and reached back."Stop," I cried, but it was too late. My toga flew from her hand, and now hung on the same branch as hers in the.