every

repeat

laurelynn! I'll have to have an assitant! A MUSE, Terpsichore, Calliope, and okay, now, listen,

Do not be aware of the camera, and we should park the golf cart in the most floriferous places on the property, some dark on the edge of the woods, back of the golf cart down, hauling TOOLS, and lord, the cleomes, cunnilingus cleomes, waving herself with a lily fan and pulling the pink in that mouth.

any time with you is good time

brb

Leaning to reach across the short distance to let her slender fingers comb through your thick black hair.

This will be a short encounter, but a much desired one for my part.

My backseat is mounted. *Trying to keep a straight face, but... That's just not working out*

Study
Evelyn raised an eyebrow in playful surprise, her expression lighting up as Rip mentioned a study—a cross between an office and a library.

"Well now, that is surprising,"

she murmured, amusement dancing in her eyes.

As they stepped inside, she let her fingers trail over the bookshelves, savoring the feel of the room. She ran her slim fingers along the edge of the desk, then turned to Rip with a mischievous glint in her eye before perching herself on the edge of the desk.

"Well, Rip,"

she said, a teasing smile playing on her lips,

"I’ll try not to bother you too much when you’re in here. But I can’t promise I won’t intrude occasionally, especially when the only business I have with you is personal."

She chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"And thank you for letting me know I’m welcome in your sanctuary and workspace. It’s nice to know I have a place here, even in your most sacred domain."

I can’t believe I missed this cait.. happy belated birthday honey

how sad to hear. may she rest in peace

*laughs*. Now see? That's where your true calling is. *Pulls out a small tape recorder*. Pan to write the Kama Sutra for golf carts. *Pushes the stop button and hands you the device*. It'll make millions! The.... Kama Sutra for the golf cart, not the tape recorder...

wrapping arms around my knees
holding them up against my breasts

evening to you, Seven

Otis is happy, and getting old, kinda like me, AND, the back of my golf cart flips up so people can ride, and down so you can haul vegetables, lots of them phallic like, peppers, and lord, those zucchini are barbaric, soo, but, and of course we don't grow corn anymore, Otis is older and the repetitive motion of shucking corn seemed to be affecting my equilibrium.

That oh so familiar voice catches her attention and she looks around to see the lovely .... reece.

Hey, baby! Good evening.

THat interesting about you having a golf cart, I remember when I first got mine, asking at the bookstore at the mall about a Kama Sutra for the golf cart, and they didn't have one, and weren't even sure if one had been written.

coming in
good evening all

coming to settle at Seana's feet

okssss

*nods*. I love seeing the pictures. Otis seems like a happy guy too!

My day was work-related intense so not much in terms of SOI activities. Tomorrow projects to suck as well. But Wednesday looks promising.

Otherwise, I'm running from one air conditioner to the next.

Got some big uns, several six, Seven, maybe eight feet tall, and the bed is forty yards long, stepped it off; I do about three feet a stride, anyway, dang right, and it cost like fifteen bucks, used half a bag of triple nineteen fertilizer, and about six dollars worth of flower seed.