Louisa has been a huge blessing. The "old biddy" (her words not mine) just adores all of the children and once they get to know her, they flock to her... She's become a combination babysitter, teacher, den mother and scout mistress. With the number of children on our island she suggested that we create something akin to the old campfire kids. She actually has them do things as a group. Some are nothing more than hikes around the island or swims in the lagoon, but she's managed to include some. I knew the relationship between moo-cows on a farm and hamburger on the grill. Like many people who are half-intelligent, I was amused by the Facebook meme that made the rounds in which an animal rights activist declared that hunting and ranching were evil and we should get all our meat from grocery stores where it’s made. People are so disconnected from what they eat. They think it came from a Star Trek replicator.Nonetheless, I viewed the process that first day with the awareness that. He was nude and stroking his cock."Hi there baby! You are looking hot! In fact you kind of look like you do after we have been fucking. In other words sexy as all get out!" He said."So did you put a move on that woman you work with? I have been thinking all day about you and her." She said with a sexy smile."Are you sure you’re ok with it?" He asked."Yes! And what about you? Would you be ok if I get me a friend?" She asked."Yes, I meant what I said yesterday. In fact to prove it I would like. I make a soft squeaking sound, just wanting to feel his lips against mine again, when he stands and pulls his shirt off. I scoot back on the bed, leaning against the pillows. Your bed is really comfy, I say, staring at his smooth chest and biting my lip. He climbs onto the bed and lays on his side next to me. He pulls at the hem of my shirt, and I quickly take it off, revealing my red lace bra and 36Ds. Yeah? I like this bed, he mutters, climbing on top of me, especially now that youre in it..