We still had guys in the company younger than me a little. so we played some nice games during the day, usually football was our favorite. and evening...came we ran home adults sat at tables celebrated it was fun to sing songs. and it was time to go to bed as I already wrote the family we had 8 people and spit guests. started distributing who and where and going to bed. here and from that moment everything changed well almost in my life. he Arthur went to bed bed with me bed was not big almost. Oh! With the new butter churn I bought.”So we gather some things and head outside. I figure we could shoot next to the barn. That will make a good backdrop.I begin with my wife. She starts clothed in her grey dress. Sitting on a chair with her dress covering her spread legs as she pumps the long handle of the churn up and down. Looking like she was giving a giant a handjob.This time I take a lot of video as she slowly strips. Pretending to churn butter. Then when she is totally nude, we tip the. The arms of the dress went to her wrists where pink elastic straps extended from the arms around the middle fingers of her hands which were adorned with long acrylic nails painted white with an explosion of red and silver mini stars on each. In eighteen years I had never seen her dressed that way, it was a shock to my system.It was wild, garish, immature -- and sexy as hell. And that’s what bothered me most. She did not need to be parading around in public looking like some sort of half-wit. Please, pull me into you. The thought was so loud in my head I feared it had slipped out of my mouth. I bit my tongue, hard.I heard the rustle of his uniform as he went to his knees again and inspected the sensitive hollows of my knees thoroughly, then put his left hand back onto my hip.“Keep your hands where they are,” he murmured and slid the other hand up on the inside of my left thigh.Up.And up.“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, I will.”The fingertips reached the gusset of my hose and panties and it.