"Let it feed the blaze in you. Let it transform each part of that fire into a storm of smoldering bliss."One hand swiftly moves up to just beneath you... breast as the other lays comfortably above your beautiful cheeks. In one quick movement I turn you around onto your back, moving the former to stroke the side of your face."Let go."I lean in, your puckered lips instinctively parting to meet mine. As if having waited for just that moment, the moment they connect, your arms shoot out to wrap. I could tell they were a year or two older than the two who are swinging.There are five swings on the long, tall A-frame swing, and since these girls already have the two swings on the far end covered, I walked over to sit in the swing in the middle. I glanced up just as I sat on the seat, and saw one of the older girls poke the other one and point toward me. I had my flute clipped to my belt loops and pushed off to start swinging. As I looked down at my tan belly, I wished I had been working. I didn't want to look like a dyke. Anyway, I married Jock and we had a couple of good years before he tried passing a semi on a two-lane blacktop and head-on'd with a farm truck. Our sex life had been OK. Jock was a premature ejaculator, but it didn't matter, I liked his foreplay better.After a couple of years I married Clem and became a farm girl. He was big and muscular and expected me to be able to throw bales of hay like he did, and after a time I became hard and fit and strong, but Clem. The XO told him for you guys to just stay where you are, they know the addresses and will come and get you if necessary. The duty section has everything ready to go if needed. They don't want to take a chance of ash in the engines and intakes he said. They have even closed all air intakes so they don't clog air filters." She said smiling as she grabbed the soap and started washing me."The ship is diesel powered, honey. Both of the stacks have huge air intakes and filters. If they clog, or ash.