Still red faced and trying to regain my composure I sized up the person who had said it. It was one of the farmhands. He was about twenty, about six f...ot two, wearing heavily worn jeans, work boots and no shirt which showed off his well-muscled upper body. His face had strong masculine features with black hair and he glistened with sweat. I also tried to not stare at the sizable bulge at his crotch. Still befuddled I said “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there. I’m Shari.” Smiling and like a. And no longer being able to suppress her laughter at my sister’s comments, Doctor Brennan finally burst into a beautiful fit… (Did I just say that?)…of girlish laughter, which I somehow felt not only compelled by, but attracted to, both at the same time. ‘Don’t listen to her, Doc,’ I nervously chuckled, ‘She’s just yanking your chain.’ ‘Oh, I highly doubt that, somehow,’ she giggled, ‘And I think it was your chain she was yanking, not mine.’ By this time, both Megan and Sam were laughing so. But the fair haired Josie wouldn't let it go. "I know, I'm sorry Rosa," she said, "but I told him how beautiful you were on the phone last night and he could hardly wait to meet you today." Really?" Rosa responded, trying to think of something to change the subject, but Josie kept on going."Well the fact of the matter is that Terry here has a thing for dark haired women. I can't figure out what attracted him to me, being a ditzy blonde and all, but..."Terry smiled and interrupted her. "But you. Then I nearly had a heart attack as a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear said, “Looks like you need a hand with a bit of a rubdown on that back!” I lurched round trying not to fall over and there, quite naked, stood Mary with the soap in her hand. At this point several things happened, don’t ask in what order, but basically my prick went instantly hard, I slipped and sat down, heavily, and Mary fell over the threshold and landed on top of me. Demure, quiet, mature Mary. With the.