Holy shit E'veen. I can hear my cat in my head."E'veen glared at Bill, "Impossible, Bill..."Clarence interrupted..."No E'veen, I'm hearing her too. Sh...'s singing." Singing? What?" Heaven, I'm in Heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak, and I seem to find the happiness I seek. When we're out together fucking, you make me squeak..." Clare started laughing. "SIX! that's not how the song goes."'Hello, you're a new human ... you're not magic. You're not supposed to hear me.'"Well. Violet and Beatrice were common visitors. That’s because their husbands had left them too, after the war was over. They didn’t talk about that anymore, when they came over. Both of them had lived on farms too, but didn’t anymore. Now they lived in town, and had jobs. Violet had three daughters, about the same ages as Flo, Bev and Linda. Beatrice had a daughter and a son, who were Mary and Flo’s ages respectively. There were other women who gathered on Friday nights at the farm, all of them with. With my lips glued to her hairy pie I wrap my arms and legs around her right leg and I hump her like an animal. Her cunt juice and her scent and the feel of her silky smooth leg is all too much. I am overwhelmed and I shoot my hot prick fluid all over her leg and the bedspread. ''I'm sorry I made a mess mommie. Do you want me to lick it up?'' ''No sweetie I like your hot puddles. Come up here and make out with me.'' . " She ran out the back door quickly shedding her outer garments and was wearing just a small bikini. I immediately thought to myself that this was the opportunity that I had been waiting for.I invited her to get herself into the spa, and asked her if she would like a drink. I bought out a bottle of Champagne and 2 glasses. "Why the Champagne John,?" she asked. "I just thought it would be good to drink in the Spa, bubbles inside and bubbles outside the body." "Good thinking babe," she.