Throwing on a robe, she opened the door a crack."Yes?" she asked."Police, ma'am," said one of the two uniformed officers. "Are you Mrs. Akers? Mrs. Ke...ri Akers?" Yes, what is it officers?" she said wondering if they had somehow found out and come to arrest her for prostitution."Could we come in?" Yes. Yes, or course," she said swinging the door open and admitting them into the small front hall."Ma'am, I'm afraid we have some bad news, some very bad news." It's Kyle isn't it?" she cried, her. .yes.......I suppose," she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of sleep, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her."Well, then quit arguing about it. If you delay any longer, then Stacey will be here and it will have to be 2 buttons undone," Greg replied authoritatively. He could sense her will breaking as she looked down at her shirt, and then, with shaking hands and red face, began to fumble with. Then I tugged the strings of the bikini top until it tumbled from my breasts, and hooked my thumbs into its brief.He eased his palms over my wrists. "Let me?"I let go and felt his fingertips gather beneath the elastic at my outer hips. They slowly lowered the snug spandex band until it cradled mid-thigh, paused for effect while he leaned in to kiss the tender flat of my lower belly, then tugged it to my knees and let it fall in a twist around my ankles. His eyes settled as appreciatively over. Sam had learned a lot from his late father and would run his own place someday.Becky gave the boys a tour of the buildings and showed them the bunkhouse where they would stay. They looked at her trim ass a lot more than the ranch features she was showing them.At supper they met Sam who, like the girls, was wiry and tanned. Uncle explained that the girls would get them started helping with chores and each day would get more strenuous. They obviously needed physical conditioning before they could.