"How do women deal with this?"I climbed back into the wagon and continued on towards the ranch feelingthe rag rather uncomfortable. I emitted a very f...minine giggle as Irealized that I had much more between my legs when I was a man and howI'd already become accustomed to the freedom as a woman.When I arrived at the ranch Anpaytoo helped me unload the wagon andnoticed that I took a moment to put a hand on my stomach. "You arehaving your bleeding?" I nodded, embarrassed. "I will make you. I left the bath to get dressed in our bedroom, and she told me she was going to get a quick bath.I lounged on our bed in my underwear, and watched TV while she took a bath. Terri usually preferred to take tub baths, and I actually loved the effect the hot water had on her skin. She always smelled so sweet after one of her bathes and it made her skin hot and silky.While watching TV, I had to move some of her shopping bags in order to see around them. She usually got off work at school by one. When he slid his finger inside her hot hole she gasped, quivered and said, "Oh my God, finger-fuck me baby. Yes that's it, harder, ooooooooh fuck, I'm going to cum!"John noticed they were almost to the floor where their room was. He turned to his wife, kissed her deep, then whispered, "Let him finger your hot cunt baby, all the way to our room."Mmm, I like the way you think honey. I think I will raise my dress and really turn Phred on!"Phred gulped, trembled, and shifted his hard dick in his. " R-Ron?" Philip knew the name. Ron Fontaine was a pleasant-manneredsingle man who excessively puffed weed, and shared a lot of the counter-culture beliefs of the hippie movement of the 1960s. He always wished hecould have been there for the original Woodstock concert of that era,but he was sadly born a few years after the event had taken place at MaxYasgur's farm."Oh, did I say Ron Fontaine? I'm sorry. I meant Renee Fontanelle."Hilary paused a moment to make a sharp left turn. "I envy that.