She sat ontop of me, only wearing her lacy undies, and her cute bootie socks. I could almost feel her dripping through her underpants, I felt myself b...ush a little. I never seen her in the bare in person before, it took me a moment to take in all her perfection and beauty.I started to take off my choker colar, it had spikes and I didn't want to her hurt her. She placed her hands on mine and pushed them away, in the most sugar coated voice she said, "No! Keep it on, it looks sexy!" She couldn't. She was typically a jeans and sweater and sneaker type girl. After 6 years of marriage, things were going to be a little different in the Gilbert household. Mrs. Katie Gilbert. Married to her husband Steve. They lived in a small Midwestern town. Owned a typical suburban ranch home with a nice little fenced in back yard they planed on using for the children they planned to have someday. Actually, that’s when their marriage started to unfold. At least for a time it seemed to be unfolding. We even had chickens again and were able to produce eggs and the occasional fried chicken dinner.Penelope and I dined almost exclusively on gruel and a few table scraps. Abigail joked that we might be better served with a feedbag then a funnel so that we could graze all day while we worked. Charles thought that was a fantastic idea but after fumbling with the feedbag could not find a way to secure it to our faces so that our tongues could reach the food.Every Sunday we would receive strict. “She’s upset that you’re having your picnic lunch with Emmy.”I nodded, “Obviously. But Mom, Emmy asked me on the picnic. I didn’t ask her.”“Oh, no, Mike, I’m not taking your sister’s side in this at all. I was just letting you know why she used that very inappropriate language.”I smiled, “Oh, I’m well aware just how ticked she is at me.”“Do you like Emmy? I mean really like her enough that it’s worth the attitude here at home?”“Are you asking me if I’m going out with Emmy because I know it.