“This is how I do the horses at the farm, Pappa, I’ve found that it’s the best way to get them to follow you and get used to you.” “That gir... is smart Jane, takes right off after her mom, in more ways than one.” Jane gives me a slap on the butt, laughing. “Down boy, I’ve got to go to work, you have to get things set up, and Sarah and Star need their time together. We’ll get ours this evening after dinner. And speaking of dinner, what are you making?” “How about if you pick a nice place and make. ?M... m... master,? she stammered. I glanced around the white tiled kitchen. A range oven took up half of one wall, a ceramic butler sink and drainer under the window. Store cupboards opposite. A half open door to the larder and strings of herbs and onions hung from the ceiling.?What's the matter, Beth?? I asked gently.?I... I didn't expect to see you in here.?I looked at her meal. I dipped a finger into it then licked it. A bowl of porridge. Bland and almost tasteless. ?What's that???Slave. I felt ecstatic. It was then that I felt a woman dancing up behind me.I had never really danced with a woman like this before. I mean, I had danced with my wife, but there always had been a little bit of awkwardness between us. I knew I was a better dancer than she was, so I always held myself back, letting her set the tone and pace. And that pace had always been a formal one, one that allowed her to control the motions.This woman was right behind me, and I could feel her breasts crushing into. Her nipples were long and they were like a tent. I played with them, pinched them, pulled them, pressed them as both they and their owner were mine. As I was playing with them she was nearing her orgasm. She took the shawl and placed it between her lips to stifle her sound. I kept on playing with her nipples as she came and her body relaxed. Then I tried to insert my hand inside her pajama but she held my hand and said somebody might see us and it’s not safe. just play with my boobs as they are.