She finally took off her sunglasses and I saw the most beautiful green arabian eyes I’d ever laid eyes on. She then asked me, “Are you married? Gi...rlfriend?”“No” I responded, “not at the moment.”“A guy looking like you I would expect to have a girlfriend at least.” She said with a smile. I could tell she was flirting. After a few more minutes of talking she started reading a book. I looked up to see what she was reading and to my surprise it said Kama Sutra which is basically the book of sex.. .. but I knew better. Right then Annabelle followed her out and then the Feminine Powers slithered out too. Six and Four ... the male Powers were next. You have to understand ... the Powers are all very tall ... very tall. From Seven’s seven foot three inches all the way down to One; the midget at six foot eight. The girls could have stepped off the Pro Bball courts except ... they were FIT ... not skinny beanpoles ... Amazons. Not anyone a mugger would like to meet in an alley. Big, dangerous. I took my rod off her and asked this lady to get on her 4’s. She didn’t understand my order. I had to do the job myself, roll her face down, adjust, and arrange her legs so she only would raise, hoist her trunk. Her saggy tits swayed in the air, and a howl was heard around the room the moment the tiny asshole got on the way, in front of me, not adorned by fat asscheeks though. I noticed it totally shut, like sealed, well preserved, closed tightly. I was engaged at two jobs here: nailing her. Being suspended in the water last night had brought instant relief. And it wasn’t hot in Montana, but we’d worked up a sweat the day before. Cool water might feel good. Then I thought about the stock tank, which was a big, galvanized bowl of the giant variety, about ten feet in diameter. It also had straight sides on it that came as high as my chest. There were no foot holds on those straight sides.“I couldn’t climb into the stock tank if the whole ranch was on fire,” I said.“That’s what.