They were passive reptiles and she’d raised them since they were old enough to handle. A mutual trust had been established, never biting her.Her fas...cination started when a child, being friends with the son of the couple that babysat her, who had snakes and a ferret. She didn’t like the ferret, but loved the snakes. Dave would let her hold them and show Martha the proper way to get them to go where she wanted them to go by making them think it was their idea. Little did she know that all those. I guess her age at about 35 to 40. I watched her as she walked away from me and into the Produce section of the store. I try to keep a discreet distance from her while she shops but close enough to admire her with out creeping her out. I notice that she is finished in Produce and was about to start down the isles. Fortunately, I was also finished with produce but I lingered in the Produce Section for a few minutes so that I could go into the isles from the opposite direction from my dream. Any offer to help would be bluntly refused. "Ma chore," she would say. "Ma Massa not do ma chores, wouldn't be right."Sona would be watching jealously while making supper but since Paul was usually out somewhere on the farm, that's all she could do. I could sense that she had strong feelings for me; stepping out of line behind her husband's back however, was not in her makeup. She would smile at me as Honeybee blew me and sort of rub her thighs together as she tended her cooking. Once Paul came. He pulled his tongue and circled around her navel and kissed it again. He could feel her mound as she pushed up against his chest. He would not deny her further. It was ages since he’d gone down between her legs. It had been ages since he’d parted the bush that lay before him with tender hands, probing hands and let his eager tongue lay against an aroused and delicious clit. He did. Linda screamed a short burst of a sound drowned by thunder. With her eyes closed her hands dug into the sheets.