Heather was never going to be 100 percent passable like me and theother wives in Panty Polygamy. But who cared?She was going to be a brave woman out ...n the world. And I was going tobe her mentor, though 14 years younger than she.We got it all together with the little black dress, black stockings andfour-inch pumps, to greet the lads at the precise hour of 5.Rick and Steve did not disappoint.They treated us both like ladies. Kissing our hands in introductions.Holding doors. Making little. My underwear was starting to feel sticky and I knew I was going to have to do something about this. I found a chair in my spare bedroom where I could discretely rub my clit while also watching Brett outside my window as he mowed my lawn. I watched him as he flexed his arms to move the mower or stretched to expose his hairy pits. The longer I watched the more wet I became. As I began to finger myself harder, I closed my eyes and imagined having a hot young guy like Brett fuck me. I was very. Grandfather had a rather large herd of cattle and the dairy cows helped keep money coming into the house. A few chickens and pigs were kept for food and Leanna's vegetable and herb garden was quite extensive and productive. The woods provided small game and even a deer or two when needed. Grandfather had taught her how to shoot and hunt, even though she was a girl. The ladies in town thought it was terrible that she was so 'wild', but for Leanna, it was a matter of survival.The road leading to. Her sweet angel tan body, luscious and curved like a motherly swan rescuing me from my low self-esteem. I, in strange, theatrical madness cursed her for her lack of love profession, for loving my face, my hair, my strong, powerful body, but not that crude disgusting thing lurking in my pants. That silent, grotesque lump of God-given clay yet to be molded, for all hope, to die in the dust with the humming of the cortex, those strange fibers of consciousness wrestling angsty teenage love, my.