She was shorter than my future wife, but had an incredible rack. She was a strawberry blond with her hair long. They lived in the same area of Housto... as we did. So we met for a drink. It was kind of a meet and greet. After we had a couple of drinks I leaned over and asked my wife what she thought about the couple. She smiled and asked me if I thought I would like to watch her fuck this k**. I said I would. She laughed and said he is so young I don’t think he will last very long before I. You have to eat something soon Rose. your starting to lose weight, she thinks to me. Her soft voice is full of concern. She is a good sibling. Although we look nothing alike, she is the sibling I am closest to out of our litter. Poppy is a light brown color with tan markings. The same green eyes that our mother had. And she has a black nose. If people saw us outside the cave, they probably wouldn't even think we where related at all. I have our fathers coloring. Although he is albino, his. It was 6:07AM and I had only two customers, chatting in a dark corner. A young woman came in with long blonde hair, sparkling green clothes with a yellow jacket and a red purse. She wore tall black boots, long white gloves and a schizophrenic nightmare of a mask, covering the left side of her face. She wore a large cowgirl hat and expensive deep red shades. She sat upon a bar stool, facing my way but not at me. Her lips were bright red. "Can I help yah, miss?" I said, exaggerating my Italian. I kept watching Mildred squint at a lot of things, and made a mental note to ask her about that.Tomorrow was Saturday, and I wanted to have at least a can of milk, and four or five dozen eggs, along with more of our produce. Ben said he still had a couple pounds of butter, and Mildred thought we might have about six pounds in the refrigerator.I had plans for Saturday's market day. I needed blades for my hay mower. The old mower worked very well, but the blades were probably way over ten years.