John kept them all in repair out of respect for the memories he had of riding in them as a child, and for his great grandparents, who'd had them as th...ir only means of transportation.There was the chicken coop, the old smoke house, which they still used occasionally, the old and the new machine sheds. The old shed was where the old horse drawn plow, disc, harrow, and rake were kept.The new machine shed was where the tractor and the modern counter parts were kept. There was also the blacksmith. "Now they dressed quickly, helping one another straighten their clothes and smooth out the wrinkles."I guess you might just call us two impetuous sex maniacs," Laura grinned."After work?" Yvette asked. "At your place?" What about your little girl?"She was sorry as soon as she said it. Yvette looked very guilty."I... I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean--" No. It's all right. I forget everything when it comes to you. Everything." Won't they start to get suspicious?"Yvette pouted. "You don't want. She stared at me and broke into laughter and collapsed on the bed.“Let me sleep on the couch…this is your house” she said, taking the pillow from my hand.“Liv…it’s okay…now go to sleep…you must be tired”“You know what…let’s share the bed…I am in no mood to argue” she said, pulling my hand. I reluctantly followed her and put the pillow back on the bed. I took of my shirt and jumped on the bed, waiting for her.“Whooo…taking of your shirt huh? It is hot isn’t it?” she then took off her shirt, so. All of them with their stringy wet hair and water rolling down their bodies.. I tried absolutley hard to look at their faces and not their tits and i was doing a good job so far."Cherry he's cute." The blonde girl said in a low voice.One of the other girls nudged her in her side as the other one giggled." You have to excuse Spring, she's always so honest." One of the girls said. I nodded as the bulge grew bigger, thankfully no one could see thru the table."So all you ladies are cheerleaders?".