I hate bugs, (I mean I HATE them) dirt is dirty, yay for stable electricity, go city water, party equals high heels and wine not a tractor and a six-p...ck. My soon-to-be-fiancée teases that I’m high maintenance. He is incorrect, I’m civilized. I was born and raised in small middle class town not far from here. I grew up, I got a degree, I got out. Just because I prefer go to a gallery opening instead of cow tipping does not make me high maintenance. I turned onto Oak Way and made my way up his. I took my dress and bra off. I was on my knees when he came in. "Come to me my beautiful boy" I said.I unbuckled him and undid him. I wanted to do all the things I never wanted to do with other men. He felt like velvet in my mouth and I loved what it did to him. I wanted him to come like he never came with another woman. I wanted to be the woman in all his fantasies. I'd never tasted a man this way before. It gave me as much pleasure as it did my son.The next evening AJ went out without a word. “Sweetheart, you know I love you. We were just playing. Wasn’t it fun? I had a great time playing upstairs, didn’t you?” I started fastening the suspension restraint on her left wrist.“Well, did you? I know how much you like to have fun and I was trying to please you. What is this, honey? What are you going to do? Davy, I really love you, you know.” She leaned against me, letting her breasts crush into my chest as she kissed me.“I know, and I love you.”“So, what are you going to do? I mean, I. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway.I went through Candaces' closet again and found a pretty sun.