Most women don't even know why, or how it could possibly even happen, as there's nothing to detect in the panties they're wearing to indicate how... o...r why. They're completely washable, the chips are virtually indestructible unless you burn them of course, and I've yet to find a chip that's gone bad or worn out." You mean to tell me... women wear these panties and simply experience an orgasm from doing so?" Well in theory... yes." In theory?" I asked... suddenly thinking I really had been duped. "Claude, do you think there's any future in farming?" I don't know, Son. I'd like to think there is, but it seems like the cost of everything goes up every year and the money we get from our crops goes down. It's a way of life that I love though." Yeah, I know what you mean. Our farm has a little over five hundred acres. About half of that is tillable and the rest is mostly pasture land. I've been thinking about raising cattle. Maybe start off with a good Charlais or Simmental bull. We could. Do you have any other plans over the summer?" "Not really. I plan on going to the beach sometime soon, though." "That sounds nice, dear." He leaned in to lay a soft, sweet, but quick kiss on her extremely luscious and desirable lips. Before he could, she put her palm right in front of his puckered lips and shook her head. "Bad, Daddy." He got up, stood right in front of her and looking sternly at her, just like any adult would do show authority to a younger being. "Why am I bad, young lady?" He. Luther thought a moment and then told her to strip. He wanted a show.Susan got up and stepped to the center of the van.Her movements were provocative as she reached behind and unzipped her skirt, wiggled her hips a little, and allowed the skirt to slide down her legs and puddle on the floor around her high heels. She was giving him the show he so much wanted to see.Luther’s eyes were now on her long stockinged legs and the black thong that was barely covering her vulva. “Well, what do think. Do.