I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought, not bad for 50. I'm blonde, busty and have never really felt my age. I was ready for whatever the day ...ould bring. (At least I thought I was).My Husband/Master, we enjoy a Master/Slave lifestyle, entered the bedroom about then and he had a tray with coffee. This was really a special occasion. Mark serving me coffee in bed? I felt oh so special. He handed me a cup fixed the way I like it and then set the tray down and we both enjoyed our coffees.. The corn stubble that had poked out of the ground was long gone, and had been replaced with the stubble of harvested oats poking up through the green of clover. There was a bright blue sky dotted with clouds overhead, and green on the trees, although to the practiced eye the leaves were starting to look a little aged. Soon they would be falling as another winter came to the Michigan countryside, but no one wanted to think about that, not on this of all days.Although most who were there that. Listen, this isn't a good time." Let me in, Jessica. We have to talk." She looked determined, her light blue eyes boring into mine. I stepped back from the door to let her in.As I said before, Amber is a couple years older than me, a Senior student. She's actually a little shorter than me, with curly auburn hair and pale skin that shows off some freckles. Today we were a matched set; shorts and a loose t-shirt.She turned on me once the door closed behind her. "Why have you been avoiding. If you don't want to we'll go home. It's up to you baby." Well, it's just pizza and beer, right?" Yup, pizza and beer." What if there's more honey?"Jake knew that even though she knew exactly what his dirty fantasies had been because he had shared them with her in every detail, she was now asking him for permission to proceed. "Honey if there's to be more then I'm all for it. You know what I want."There was silence in the car. Both sensed nothing else needed to be said. Neither said a word as.