Tim and Jan sat in easy chairs which were much more comfortable for them."Your home is lovely," commented Sheila."What, this little ol' thing," smiled...Jan and there was laughter all around."Since nothing's been said, "I want to inform you of something you may not have noticed," said the lovely small woman, again showing her sense of humor."What's that?" remarked Sheila."We're smaller than you are," said Jan, straight faced.There was only a moment of awkward silence until all four broke into. Years in fact. For the longest time, because of operational reasons, I was not allowed to go where they lived. And they could not visit us due to a practical reason. They lived in a village on the border of two formerly Soviet republics, and the farthest they've ever gone were cities within these two countries. They spent most of their time taking care of their crops, garden and a small amount of farm a****ls.By western terms it would probably look like a very small farm, but it was enough to. His prick gave a little ripple at that sight. But Carson, who believed incest and lesbianism to be rare, supposed that the tit grip was accidental.Both girls wore very short cut-off jeans, the denim dragged up into the vee of their crotches. White cotton tee shirts molded their firm, thrusting tits. It was an erotic sight! Carson thought, those two sexy, perfectly identical young girls seated bareback astride the pony. But horseback riding was a good, clean, healthy sport, and the innocent. Instead I hadto settle for another half-truth."I don't either," I told her. "Dad thinks that we need to establish mycareer before I start bringing friends along."That news really depressed her. I guess she had some idea of how longthat could take. "So it could be months before I get to go?" she asked.I could only nod. But the tears in my eyes surprised me. "I'm so sorry,Emily. I want you there so badly!"She stopped walking and turned to me. We hugged each other, which helpedrelease the emotions.