’ Katherine had never heard of anything so absurd in her life. ‘We’d better get going,’ her mom said. ‘Why don’t you just go upstairs and... change your clothes Katie dear?’ ‘Change? Why would I want to change?’ ‘We’re going to a farm. There’s going to be mud and dirt and dung. You can’t wear high heels to a farm.’ ‘I don’t have anything else,’ she protested. ‘You can borrow some of my stuff,’ Louisa offered. Katherine was hesitant. She didn’t want to wear Louisa’s saggy baggy ugly clothes.. Working almost on autopilot with materials and tools, my mind drifted off to analyze how we'd gotten here. For most of us who engage in sharing our girlfriends with other men it’s difficult to find the right man for her. Tina was choosy. So many times I'd suggested a guy I'd seen on sites whose profile seemed to fit with what we wanted, only to have her reject him without even wanting to engage briefly with him. And when we would settle on someone she liked the other challenge would present. I’d stay bent for a longer time.” she said.“Wait, what were you wearing when you bent over so much?”“Initially, I’d wear jeans or track pants or loose knee-length shorts, and t-shirts. You know, the clothes I usually paint in. But then…..” she paused. “… then I started wearing… smaller shorts, and loose skirts and tank tops and….” she paused again “and halter tops.”“You painted wearing skirts and halter tops? How come I never noticed it?” I asked.“I always changed before you got home.” she. Fr?missante de d?go?t elle engloutit sa premi?re lamp?e, horrifi?e, elle sentit de nouvelles gicl?es frapper ses muqueuses alors qu'il remplissait ? nouveau la bouche. Elle savoura de nouveau son foutre gras... Et encore... Et encore...?Les bras pendant mollement le long de son corps, Christine regardait d'un air morne un long filet de foutre qui reliait sa bouche ? son p?nis.L'estomac retourn?, Christine se mit ? trembler.Un frisson la parcourut toute, le second fut suivi d'un flot de.