You take the magazine away. Keeping your eyes on mine, you move closer, straddling my legs. Now I can see the shadows of fine veins under the skin of ...our belly. Your pubic hair is still damp. Your navel is level with my mouth. I dart my tongue into it playfully. You move forward and put your hands on my shoulders, sliding your body down mine. Your hand checks to see if I’m aroused and then, in one fluid movement, you come to rest in my lap and I am fully sheathed. There’s a contemplative. Where my wife jiggled as she walked, Elena flowed. She paused as she moved past me. I’m sure her laugh was because of my open-mouthed, stunned expression. “You can undress if you like,” she cooed.As my fingers flew over my buttons, I saw her objective. First standing, then squatting, then kneeling over her husband, she bent her face to my wife’s crotch. Bonnie smiled broadly at me; she was getting one of her fantasies as well.Elena started tentatively but showed she knew her way around a woman.. A commercial butcher would report the carcasses as taken without tags—a big no-no and Mister Sheriff would not be my friend. Alternatively, I'd have to build a slaughter house and a smoke house, learn some butchery skill, cure and smoke the meat. That's not a bad outcome if you like venison, and I happen to like it!All right, your garden is going great guns. You have to water and weed it regularly. Once the crops begin to ripen you've got to harvest them. Some, such as tomatoes you harvest. We went over to ICQ and chatted privatly for awhile before the subject turned to sex. I was quite good at talking about it from a girls point of view. I guess it was because of all the porn mags I had read with women's letters in. As we were talking I found myself beggining to get turned on. I actually wanted to cyber with this guy. Part of me was disgusted with myself, despite the fact I found it a turn on pretending to be a woman on the net I was still a hetrosexual guy wasen't I? "Do you.