And the mixer could dump the soil into the area below it. A cart could be used to dump the soils on the lawns. This whole idea made Chris feel confide...t and a little proud. Ben and Jelmer were not convinced and did not fully understand what all that industry was about. The next day the clay, horse dung, compost, coarse sand, leaf mold, and wood ash were put in piles around the digger. Christopher did a quick test run. Mixing all the materials and he ended up with coarse soil. He was not really. "I sat there confused, feeling my seat become uncomfortable until Iadjusted. Why was I wearing a skirt? I looked at my smooth, plump thighsthat disappeared under the skirt and wondered what I was thinking! Whatdid Robert think of me? I was sure he thought I always dressed likethis, and that wasn't true! I made a mistake today and did it in frontof my best friend! We were so close, too! I really valued what Robertthought of me and had to fix this before any real damage was done!"Uh, ...Robert. I. Down below her, sandwiched between a pair of massive Amazonian breasts, a captive in cleavage endured swat after swat of Oluth’s unrelenting nuts, the gigantic orbs powerfully slapping her in the face, knocking her silly, and to add insult to injury, the constant nasty stream of drool and precum that spilled down was getting all over her. The Bounty Huntress was as utterly helpless in this position as she had wanted to make them, getting taste after taste of her own medicine, and her own. " Christine appeared at the top of the stairs. She was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in the boy, rather he (now she) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. .