I also wanted to put in a small barn, for my mules. They would come in handy for when I wanted to go exploring. As the saying used to go, "There's gol... in them thar hills!"I started thinking about how much it would cost to build a small barn. It would need heat for the mules during the winters, and would need enough space to store feed until the grass came back in the spring.I was sitting at the bar sipping from my glass of Sherry, when a large group of people entered. Several made their way to. I met Joe last week in a local park. It is a park I heard about that is a hook up place for guys wanting to give or get a blow job.Joe and two other guys had their way with me and I found it very exciting. Afterward, Joe invited me to his house for the weekend. He said I would have the time of my life. He also told me what he wanted me to wear under my street clothes.So there I was in my apartment getting ready to go over Joe’s house.I arrived as scheduled and was greeted by Joe. He was wearing. We'd made many changes to the house. One room we'd convertedinto a giant walk-in closet, my clothes on one side, hers on the other. This is where I went first. I took out a complete change of herclothes, including underwear and shoes. I went into her bathroom andlooked for her hairbrush. After I had found it, I spied a bonus. Adiscarded feminine napkin was in her trash can, lightly spotted withblood. I took it as well, gathered up some of my sister's cosmetics, andwent to my "special". The erotic scenes of danger mixed with sex continued to loop endlessly in their minds, as both women found themselves trapped in a dizzying circle of non stop danger and eroticism in a place far from home. By the time Darla's alarm clock signaled 10 a.m. Monique was already in the middle of trying to wake Darla up with her tongue as she greedily sucked on her new lover's feminine nectar for breakfast, which of course made Darla respond in kind, and then competed with each other until finally.