Amy reached down and hooked a finger beneath their waistband. She pulled it away from Melanie slightly to better see her tattoos. On both sides of her...bare pussy were the figures of red devils with pitchforks.Melanie's thong panties were covered with dried blood also. Her legs were shapely and the muscles beneath her skin were very strong, she judged. Her skin was pale white. Too pale in Amy's judgment."How old were you child? I mean, at the time of your conversion?" Amy asked."I'm not a. I just shrugged and told them that things always changed and if youcouldn't keep up then you'd be left behind. I had to be careful with mynew nails when it came to crunching figures and every time I stood up,I had to watch my skirt and how high it rode up on my legs.But all in all, it was a normal day.Heather and I had a wonderful lunch and then we made love in heroffice.I complained that I wasn't feeling well and Heather had pills for me totake. They looked like the same ones from when I had a. The scythe came down heavily and smashed through the wheat leaving just tiny stalks sticking up from the ground. A few more hits before the farmer called 'DROP' and I was gathering the wheat in my arms. It was heavier than I thought as I staggered to the wagon, which was filling up fast.I heard horse hooves approach and a girl got down, unhitched the horse from an empty wagon before hitching it back up to the full wagon which disappeared towards the battered farm.I was soon stripping off, as. After a few minutes, as they stopped to look in a shop window at some jewelry, Don noticed Hanna standing next to him with Jenny. Hanna wore a light, long blue dress while Jenny had a battered t-shirt that bared her tummy, and faded torn jeans. Something was obviously on their mind, so Don waited."Don," Hanna finally started, as the others began to wander down to the next store. "I ... I mean, we ... we may want to stay here." Don wasn't surprised by this. She wasn't one of them, however.