Mrs. Yancey stepped out and looked down past the front entrance toward the trail.“Here comes Clyde now, I bet he saw your horses and come to see who...it is.”Clyde Yancey rode into the barnyard and dismounted, then walked straight to Tom and Cal with a big grin on his face.“Tom, I see you ‘n Cal decided to bring my new hired hands on out early, reckon my Missus got a surprise outta all this,” he said then turned to his wife after shaking their hands.“Clyde if I wasn’t so happy to see them. As Paul moved ahead of me through the kitchen doorway, I turned and winked at Trevor. I walked down the short corridor to my bedroom with Paul in tow, I waggled my hips a bit, hopefully alluringly, I had learned this tactic from Ade, who loved it. Opening the door, we went in and I closed the door behind us, Paul suddenly said, “Are you sure about this?” I said nothing, pulled him to me, turned him so that his back was to the window where Trevor would be lurking by now. He was breathing heavy. Mine were already made. I tried not to think about the consequences, because it would scare the spit out of me.My audience was one woman, four men and Sean, who already knew. I examined the five. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal. I had the hook. I just needed the bait."Gentlemen, Miss Smith, I am Sheila Schwartz,. From that moment I knew my first would be with her. We turned off the lights and layed cuddling, face to face. Our noses were touching and our lips were close. I looked into her deep brown eyes and realised I really fancied my best mate.. She is stunning. We layed like this for a while. The whole time I was willing for her to kiss me. And the moment we finally did, electricity crackled between us and it felt so right. After a few moments of slow kissing, it turned really raunchy.I climbed ontop.