”“I guess you don’t trust me that much, huh?”“No, I do! It’s not like that!”“Well if you really love me as much as you say you do.”�...�Ok, ok! Just. Give me a second to process this. It’s not something that I had ever even considered!”“that’s all I ask, baby, that you consider it. I mean, I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to, but this. This is really important for me. It’s something I never asked any girl before. ‘cos what we have is special, you know. ‘cos I really love you.”“I. “We have a sampling of the best cigars. My favorite are the Cuban montecristos, but some prefer Arturo Fuentes. Gentlemen, what your choice?”The men selected their cigars and settled into the comfortable chairs facing the fireplace. The couch remained empty. Harry pressed the button to summon Mary.She entered the library through the small door carrying two snifters of cognac. Steve’ jaw gaped open. She was wearing four inch red pumps, black thigh high nylons secured with red garters and nothing. By mid afternoon, they returned, their horses' coats appeared foamy, and the riders themselves were drenched in sweat.Jackson, the farm manager, was enjoying the late evening haying with no one to bother him. The hay baler behind him was pushing out square bales in a nice straight line as he maneuvered the tractor thru the fields. He had stripped off his shirt and his body glistened in the combination of sweat and dirt flying up from the baler.Stopping the tractor along the edge of the creek. “Did it turn you on dressing up especially for me like this?"Her answer was to pull me closer to her, grabbing my tight arse.I hitched her skirt up higher, revealing her rose pattern panties, setting her off beautifully with black stockings and kitten heels. Reaching my hand down over her silky crotch I found she had already wet through her panties in anticipation. I knew what was coming next.Without bothering to undress her further, I pushed her up against the kitchen surface, pulled her.