This Saturday, I started shoveling shit in the morning and it was now mid-afternoon and I was forking hay downstairs from the hay loft. Tom and Sally ...ad driven into town so I was alone on the farm. I was taking a breather and looking out the West window when I see a car approaching on the grid road. It turns into the driveway and parks by the house. A couple get out and I can see that it is Tom’s brother Harry and his wife April. They go to the front door and knock and wait. I could have. So, Annie and I, after dinner, set the boys to bathing, and cleaned up the kitchen, and started the laundry, and then chased the boys to bed early. Annie did wrinkle her nose at my eau-de-birch ambiance, and so I got my own clean up orders, at the conclusion of which, I lay down for a quick nap that turned out to last all night.I awakened to Annie’s departure, although, it seemed, she thought me still asleep. I saw her standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at me. I couldn’t identify the look. They are a bit nervous of someone just coming along to watch one of our tie-up sessions. It's not that they're embarrassed but we all do it for what we get out of it, not really from any exhibitionist thing." Oh," Liz was set back a bit. "Yes, I can see that, I hadn't really thought it through I suppose. I guess it's different when you are all joining in. It's just – well, I don't know if I'm ready to join in myself yet." I can see that. But look here's an alternative. Our next meeting is more. After an hour of so of being brought to the edge, only to be frustrated I heard one of the women yell out. "She is ready. Bring in Shamrock."At first I thought the name Shamrock was some sort of nickname, but I quickly realized it wasn't a nickname, and Shamrock was not a guy. He was a large, very large Irish setter. Within seconds, the sensations of having a soft but large dog tongue lap at my dripping cunt attacked my body. No longer was I repulsed at having an animal touch in me in such a.