I’m at a lost for words she said. I was really lost for word. I don’t know whether to take my dick out my hand or stop staring at these monsters I...see. So what do you say she said. I said my fault lol. I didn’t know you like looking at big women she said. Still lost I said without knowing replied your the reason I come here in the summer time just to see you in the yard working with a t-shirt on. Oh yeah she said. Yep I sure do. I think you have the perfect body and your very attractive. She. “I can’t though.” “Of course you can,” he replied. “But you’ll think I’m a bad girl; that I’m some kind of naughty little minx.” That brought him up short. He had been expecting several responses, but this was definitely not one of them. “I’m not a bad girl, I’m not naughty. Well, maybe a little naughty.” Ron took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. The way she kept referring to herself as naughty and a ‘bad girl’ was triggering memories of reading a book that. I didn't want him to stop either.Our days were now full of sex, playful sex, as we slowly became used to being with each other in these new and exciting circumstances. I often thought of my sister and her son as Kyle was inside me, thinking about how wonderful it was to have him as my lover and wondering if I should tell her.About three weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I was over at her house and she was telling me her latest."It seems the more sex I give Neil, the more he wants. The boy is. I was already showing my pa's height and muscle.Pa watched the skies and checked a couple of times a day on our progress. Later on he admitted to me, "Davy, I was real worried about the weather right then. I know others thought I was nothing but a dooms prophet, the way I kept saying how we were in for a disastrous drought. It turned out even I had no idea just how bad things were going to be.It was hard going to properly construct our dam. The red clay soil, called "red hard pan" was very.