Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose & Incant)
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				Title: <strong>Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>15-09-2016, 19:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div><br>The bad tempered rooster with its scarred comb was heralding in the workday already with his determined crow when Ashlyn put breakfast on the table.&nbsp; Sam Friedley came in, stomping the dew off his feet on the mat after his early morning check of the stock.&nbsp; He picked up the previous day's copy of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch from the mail holder on the wall and unrolled it as he sat, already grumbling over the headlines.<br><br><em>"Manners,"</em> Ashelyn reminded him firmly as she poured his favorite coffee, steaming, fragrant and strong, into his favorite chipped mug, an antique that his daddy before him had drunk coffee from when he sat at that very same table.&nbsp; He cut his eyes up at her, noting the tied up checkered shirt that emphasized as much as it concealed, and her tight jeans that might as well have been painted on except for the strategic, frayed hole that showed just how scanty her underwear - purple, the color du jour - was with resigned disapproval.<br><br>He didn't argue, though, but just grunted and removed his Stetson and perched it on the back of the nearby empty chair, which was empty now they didn't have any hands eating with them ... didn't have any hands at all.&nbsp; Ashlyn smiled brightly, and fetched his plate, loaded down with eggs, sausage, bacon, gravy, and cinnamon apples.&nbsp; It had been an early battle between them that she'd handily won.&nbsp; Hats weren't worn at the table, and a few very good meals had been set down for Rex, the ranch's border collie to wolf down before he gave in.<br><em><br>"Not gonna be easy, cookin' and keepin' house what with all the chores needin' done," </em>she informed him as she sat with her own plate, taking the hostess position at the other end of the table.&nbsp; It was a gentle nudge that'd be followed by others that were less nudges and more shoves.&nbsp; After all, she wasn't just living on biscuits and gravy.&nbsp; Her own plate was decidedly more barren looking than his, a single biscuit with butter, split, and covered frugally with some sausage gravy, and a spoonful of the apples.&nbsp; After all, with her not getting the proper exercise, she didn't want to be getting chubby, and it seemed a good time to remind him of his responsibilities, even if they did have Martha from two farms over who came and did some of the household chores for them.<br><br>Of course, being what she was, getting chubby wasn't really a possibility.&nbsp; It just amused her to say so.&nbsp; Succubi didn't get fat, no matter how much they ate or didn't eat.&nbsp; It was just that her appetite, and her well being, depended on having another kind of food around.&nbsp; Pretty soon, if her Pa didn't find some new hands fast, she'd have to start looking farther afield.<div class="floatright">(http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll4/ElusiveGypsyRose/1%20-%20Characters/GR%20-%20Sam%20Friedley.jpg)</div><br><br>"Got no call to worry your head 'bout that, Ash.&nbsp; Hired on a new hand, should be gettin' here today.&nbsp; Name's Dustin Mathers - hard worker, good with horses and cattle.&nbsp; Rep says he can do the work of two or three men.&nbsp; May put that to the test.&nbsp; Don't know what's wrong with people these days.&nbsp; Scared of a little hard work, I reckon."&nbsp; Sam's voice was dry, and he pointedly didn't look at her as he spoke.&nbsp; He wasn't blind, and he had some damn fine memories of her Ma.&nbsp; It'd surprised him greatly when she showed up, but then again, maybe it hadn't all that much.&nbsp; Still, she was his daughter.&nbsp; There wasn't a doubt in his soul about that, and there was just some thoughts he wasn't going to think no matter what.<br><br>That was more words than she usually got out of him in a whole day.&nbsp; Ashlyn stirred cream and sugar into her coffee, took a sip, and then beamed at him.&nbsp; <em>"That's good news, Pa.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are you gonna take him to the hay auction, or can he help with cleanin' out the stalls?&nbsp; I was hopin' to take out Destiny for a ride later.&nbsp; She's been gettin' restless in the paddock."</em><br><br>A new hand.&nbsp; A hard worker.&nbsp; That meant strong, with stamina.&nbsp; Probably young, too.&nbsp; &nbsp;It probably wouldn't do to ask her father what he looked like.&nbsp; She'd just wait and see that for herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead, she just smiled, and fetched Sam another biscuit and more gravy to pour on top of it without fussing when his plate started looking empty, and let him read his paper in peace.<br><br>It kept him from noticing, or feeling obliged to remark on, the fact that she looked like a cat who'd just been awarded the dish of cream that had been set just beyond her reach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>16-09-2016, 22:41:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>Dustin's conversations with Sam over the phone had been brief but productive. The young, but very experienced, ranch hand was getting restless in the town that he was in and was feeling the pressure of a few of the ladies around the town to decide which of them was going to be the one he settled down and dug some roots with. Well Dustin wasn't the type of man who was ready to get to that settlin quite yet and so he'd put out some feelers for a new job somewhere far enough away that the women around town would get the hint that he didn't plan on coming back for them. It wasn't that Dustin didn't care somethin' for 'em but it just didn't feel right with any of 'em no matter how pretty, kinky, or insatiable they were none of them made him want to give up the others so he thought it'd just be best to give them all up. <br><br>Sam's offer was a good enough one to make him think twice even if he hadn't been looking to get out of town, and with a near 50% increase in his wages and an excuse to pack up Dustin was itchin to start on the new ranch with quite the reputation for putting out good horses. The two men had talked a little bit about what the job would entail and the specifics that included Dustin being free to stay on the land so long as he wanted to, and that 2 meals a day would be provided while he was working. It all seemed too good to be true to Dustin, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and if worse came to worse he'd just find himself an apartment until he decided if he wanted to stay for good or not. <br><br>It was just around breakfast time when Dustin came driving down the road in his &nbsp;damn near brand new ford F-250 that was shining like it'd just been drove off the lot. &nbsp;(http://blog.caranddriver.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/2017-Ford-F-Series-Super-Duty-PLACEMENT-626x382.jpg) The truck wasn't brand new, and had enough months of hard work into it, but it still cleaned up great and he wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Friedley for the first day he was there. Pulling up the dusty driveway caused the ranch's dog to start barking to alert it's owners that someone new and strange was pulling up. <br><br>Dustin stepped out of the blue truck with Kansas plates looking damn near as good as a man could. His thick brown hair was bleached by working in the sun throughout the summer and while it was cut short it still had a sense of style to it and enough length for a woman to run her finger's through. His hard strong jawline was freshly shaven for now, but in a few hours there'd be stubble popping along his handsome jawline. He wore a worn cotton t-shirt that looked far from brand new, but was clean as it stretched across his impressive chest and thick arms that bulged with strength that had been earned. His thick forearms were perfectly tanned from the sun just as much as his masculine facial features. The front hem of the t-shirt was tucked back behind the belt buckle, and as it was it showed off his torso that didn't have the slightest hint of a beer gut. Worked in blue Wrangler's hung low on his hips, but were held snug in place by the brown leather belt. Beneath the front fly of his jeans bulged Dustin's manhood that'd be enough to catch the eye of any female admiring the young studly ranch hand.From the legs of his jeans a pair of square toed brown cowboy boots crushed the gravel beneath his feet. <br><br>Dustin's strong arm gave the door to his truck a nudge that caused it to slam solidly as he started the casual stroll up to the front door of the house with his thumbs hooked casually into the pockets of his jeans. Dustin's eyes took in the land around him as he walked and with each step his skilled eyes seemed to notice another thing that he could spend half an afternoon taking care of or fixing up. He&nbsp; was glad that Sam had been up front with the needs of the ranch otherwise Dustin might have been upset, but he'd respected the man's honesty and had come this morning freshly rested and ready to get to work.&nbsp; <br><br>He figured the barking of the dog would have been enough to let the people inside know that someone was coming, and so he waited just a few steps off the front porch and let his large left hand drop down to scratch behind the ears of Rex, the farm's dog, while he waited to see if someone was going to come out or if he needed to go all the way up to the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>19-09-2016, 23:12:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>There was a soft roar of an engine coming down the long drive, and Rex gave a bark that was more an official notice than an alarm as the two of them finished breakfast in more or less companionable silence.&nbsp; Sam had reckoned that he could handle the hay auction on his own, since there was so many things around the ranch proper that needed doing.&nbsp; Having gotten her way without a fuss, Ashlyn refilled Sam's coffee cup without complaint and left him in the peaceful silence he preferred while she planned.<br><br>Of course, there was the offhand chance that Sam might have hired someone totally inappropriate - oh, she was certain that whoever this Dustin Mathers might be, he was strong and hale.&nbsp; Weak, lazy farmhands were hardly much use, after all, but still, there were other things that might make him unsuitable.&nbsp; She chose not to think of that -- not borrowing trouble, as it were.<br><br>When Rex barked and went to nose the screen open, Sam chugged down the last of his coffee and stood, snagging his cap and shoving it down on his head.&nbsp; "Good grub," &nbsp;he acknowledged, then stopped at the door to look at Ashlyn sternly, though there was an undertone of hope in his voice as he spoke again.&nbsp; "Behave yourself, Ash."<br><br><em>"Of course I will."&nbsp; </em>Ash smiled softly as she peered around the curtain, getting her first look at her father's new hire. Her father looked at her for a long moment, then sighed and headed on out to give Dustin a tour around the stables and the paddocks, a task he didn't trust to anyone else.&nbsp; Hopefully this one would last long enough to make it worth the effort.<br><br>The tour took perhaps close to an hour, with Sam speaking more than he usually did but still committing to only the bare essentials. &nbsp;"There's living quarters above the garage.&nbsp; Got its own entrance and bathroom.&nbsp; Ain't fancy, but there's a stove 'n' fridge.&nbsp; Take your meals in the kitchen with us when ya want, otherwise on yer own."<br><br>He hesitated for a moment, then added, "I'd have sammiches, I was you." &nbsp;It was as much of a warning as he'd allow himself, and he figured it was a futile one at that.&nbsp; After all, he'd been there once, hadn't he.&nbsp; Wasn't Ashland proof of that?&nbsp; Likely, he'd take one look at her and decide that Sam must've been disparaging her cooking, and it wouldn't take her more'n one meal to dispel that.&nbsp; Girl could cook, he reckoned, and looked like it wasn't the only thing she'd inherited from her Ma.&nbsp; Sam shook his head once and sighed, but held his tongue.&nbsp; Not his lookout, now was it?&nbsp; Any woman was trouble, but some of 'em sure was worth it, for a while anyway.<br><br>"Take your things up, then best get started.&nbsp; You'll be workin' with Ash ... m'daughter in gettin' the stables right.&nbsp; Bit flighty, that girl, but a hard worker."<br><br>As if on cue, Ashlyn came out, dressed in tight jeans, workboots, and a plain white t-shirt underneath an open flannel outer shirt.&nbsp; Her blonde hair was freshly brushed and tamed by a flat-brim leather hat and falling over her shoulders, but Sam looked somewhat relieved by her conservative appearance as she handed him a battered leather case and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek. <br><br><em>"Here's your bag, Pa.&nbsp; You'd better get going, else the auction'll start with out you."</em><br><br>Without waiting for an introduction, she turned to Dustin an presented him the contents of her free hand, a steaming mug of black coffee.&nbsp; <em>"And you must be Dustin.&nbsp; I'm Ash .... Ashlyn.&nbsp; I didn't know how you took your coffee, but there's cream and sugar in the kitchen."</em><br><br>She beamed at both of them expectantly, her eyes hooded with a faint hint of amusement, and the rest of her expression as angelic as she could make it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>25-09-2016, 00:57:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>Dustin was in no hurry to get to the front door and interrupt his new boss's breakfast. The young man was perfectly comfortable enjoying the warm fall morning while taking in the both familiar and new scents of his newest place of employment. While waiting his eyes caught the glimpse of a beautiful young blonde peeking out the window of the farmhouse at him. A grin crossed his lips as he tried to catch her eyes as he raised his tanned hand up to his browline an gave her a tip of the imaginary cap he wasn't wearing this morning. Just looking at her was enough to make the young rancher want to know more about her or even just get close enough to get a better view of what he was guessing was a stunning body that was hidden inside the house. <br><br>When the door of the large home opened Dustin was hoping it would be the sexy little blonde strutting out to tell him that he had the wrong farm, or offer him a cup of coffee and some conversation while they waited for her father to get up. Unfortunately for Dustin&nbsp; Mr. Friedly was the one sauntering out of the front door and making his way toward the new comer. Dustin didn't let it get him down and as Sam approached Dustin the young man stretched out his long muscled arm to greet the other's hand with a confident strong shake while he kept eye contact with his new employer. <br><br>On the tour Dustin did his best to keep his mind off the blue eyed blonde who he'd seen in the window and focus on the tour as well as where the locations in need of his attention first. The long strides of the tall tanned ranch hand easily kept pace with his older tour guide. Once they ended up back at the beginning he glanced back to his truck and then towards the living quarters above the garage. He was sure it was going to work just fine for him as long as it was clean, but he also knew that eventually he'd probably need to pick up some things from town to make it seem more like home. At the moment Dustin didn't have too much to his name, but what he did have was packed into the back of his truck in the boxes and duffel bags that made the trip with him.<strong> "Thanks for the suggestion Sir, but I'm aint much of a cook and a guy can only eat so many sandwiches before he needs something hot."</strong> Dustin responded as he took his eyes from the apartment to turn to Sam. <br><br><strong>"I'll be happy to have some company, at least till she gets sick of me."</strong> Dustin replied to Sam's comment about the new man working with his daughter. <br><br>The sound of the door at the front house banging closed caught Dustin's attention and he quickly turned to face the front of the house. Dustin's tanned chisled masculine features curled into a smile as he let his eyes devour the farmer's daughter as she walked towards them. His right tanned bicep shifted as he raised his thick forearm up and pushed his thick calloused fingers through his sun bleached hair. The lifting of his arm caused that bicep to stretch his red t-shirt around his upper arm and pull the hem of it a bit higher to expose a glimpse of his defined torso just above his belt line. Dustin was bold enough that he was trying to show off in front of her father, but after one look at Ashlyn he couldn't help himself. She looked damn good in the tight jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a white t-shirt that was sure tight enough to get his attention. <br><br>Dustin watched her interaction with her father, and as she kissed his cheek he couldn't help but get a bit jealous, which was odd since he never found himself being the jealous one. A quick shake of his head cleared the thoughts out of his mind as she turned to him and offered the coffee. He hooked two thick fingers of his left hand into the handle of the mug and lifted it to his nose. The lifting of the cup caused his bicep to flex and strain the shirt sleeve around his strong flesh. <strong>"This should be just fine miss. Thank you."</strong> He replied as he brought the steaming cup to his lips and took a quick sip of the strong coffee.<br><br><strong>"It is a pleasure to meet ya Ashlyn, I'm Dustin Mathers. You can call me Dustin, but others have called me D or Big D so whatever suits I'll answer to most of it if you come callin'."</strong> A flirtatious tone slipped into his voice that surprised him and he hoped would go ignored by Sam as he returned Ashlyn's beaming smile with his perfect straight white teeth. <strong>"If ya give me a hand unloadn' my truck I'm sure we can get it done quick and then get to work before the day gets too old."</strong> He took another deep long pull of his coffee mug that she handed him as he glanced over to Sam who looked like he was just about ready to leave his new hire with his smokn' hot daughter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>26-09-2016, 20:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>Ashlyn hadn't missed the flexing, nor been unappreciative of it, but she held her bright, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth expression despite her father's skeptical gaze and looked from one to the other.&nbsp; She felt no need to drop her eyes.&nbsp; It wasn't as if she had anything to hide.&nbsp; Finally, Sam snorted and brought out a red patterned handkerchief and removed his hat.&nbsp; He wiped his brow, then very methodically folded the kerchief and slapped the hat back on.&nbsp; "Hay's waiting.&nbsp; Make sure you get the stables cleaned up before you start looking for any other chores."<br><br>Again, his eyes met those of his daughter's, and then he nodded at Dustin and turned and stomped off.&nbsp; Rex barked once and followed at an eager trot, and followed Sam into the battered old gray Chevrolet farm truck, taking his place on the passenger seat.&nbsp; Sam backed up and turned, stopping only an inch or two short of the bumper to Dustin's shiny new truck ... perhaps his way of issuing a warning.&nbsp; He pumped on the horn in a little 'toot-toot' of greeting, and then he drove off, the oversize wheels of the truck spinning up dust and a small spattering of gravel.<br><em><br>"Well .. Big D ..."</em> Ashlyn gave a slight emphasis on the 'Big'.&nbsp; <em>"Let's get your stuff up to your room.&nbsp; We've got a lot to do." </em><br><br><br>There was a bit of a flutter in her stomach as she contemplated just what sort of things they could get up to after the work was done.&nbsp; It was a shame that there really were things that needed doing, but there were plenty of ways that she could make use of that time so that he would be thinking about nothing but how to peel her tight jeans off and sweep her up into those muscular arms that he was proud to display.<br><br>With a sway of that denim covered ass, she let him gulp down the last of his coffee while she moved to the truck and leaned in, taking her sweet time before picking up a good-sized case and another bag.&nbsp; She made sure to pick up things that would be big enough to justify the extra time to get a good grip, and also to demonstrate the flex of her own toned body, and the little jiggle in her breasts as the weight of the case dropped.<br><em><br>"I hope you'll like it here.&nbsp; We've been short handed and there's just too much for us to do on our own.&nbsp; &nbsp;You look a man who knows his way around ... a ranch." </em> She gave him a little sidelong glance over her shoulder, breathing deep to emphasize her curves, and then headed off.<br><br>She was quite tempted to plop herself down on the bed, in the pretext of demonstrating its comfort, but ... work first.&nbsp; After all, she wanted him to work up an appetite.&nbsp; A hungry man always made for a better meal, and then, perhaps, after hunger was sated, they could take time for dessert.<br><br>Instead, she simply helped him get the rest of his things up into the small garage apartment.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled slightly at the faint scent of oil.&nbsp; <em>"We had a bit of a spill on the floor.&nbsp; I'm afraid the smell still lingers.&nbsp; I'll bring something round to take care of that after supper."</em><br><br>There.&nbsp; It was certainly enough of an excuse for her coming round later, a hospitality visit.&nbsp; It should also plant the seeds in his thoughts of all sorts of possibilities.&nbsp; Not, she thought, that he needed much help in that direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;His thoughts were already well disposed to be just where she wanted them, with only a modicum of nudging from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>29-09-2016, 13:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>Dustin's confidence alone wouldn't allow him to feel shameful for the slight flirtation with Ashlyn directly in front of her father, and even though he wanted to make a good impression on his new employer it was extremely clear that this ranch needed Dustin far more than he needed it. That was not to say he was going to outright disrespect Sam in anyway or dimish what could be a very productive working relationship, but it did mean that he wasn't going to be walking around on eggshells around the man whose daughter he'd like nothing more to see spending some time writhing in his bed. <br><br>When Sam turned away he gave a nod of acknowledgement. <strong>"Don't worry Sam by the time you get back we'll have enough done that you'll beable to put your feet up and relax." </strong> Dustin watched as The older gray Chevy started to back closer and closer to the bumper of his. A smirk crossed the rugged handsome features as Sam stopped just short and gave the two a honk of good bye. <br><br>Ashlyn's&nbsp; words drew his attention back from the departing old Chevy to her. The way she emphasized his name almost made him wonder if she was mocking him for sharing it with her. It was the look in her eyes though that told him she might end up seeing if he was really worthy of the name. 'Well,' Dustin thought to himself 'She'll be gettin to see sooner than later'. The thoughts wandered through his head as he watched her stride away from his side while putting her round little ass on full display. The show was not lost on Dustin who took his time sipping the strong black coffee while his green eyes focused on the amazing tight little ass that some how was stuffed into those snug jeans. <br><br><strong>"Looks like someone is in a hurry to get me moved in."</strong> Dustin chuckled to himself as he noted that she was taking two of the larger items from the back of his truck in one load. He couldn't help but be a little impressed at how her toned biceps swelled a bit and her squeezeable tits jiggled when she straightened herself back up from the bed of the truck. Dustin finished off his coffee and once she was out of the way moved over to grab the massive Army style duffle bag that was bulging at the seams with one arm, the weight of the bag was significant enough that his thick biceps stretched and strained the sleeve of his t-shirt as well as causing one of the veins along the top part of his bicep to stand against the tanned flesh. After slinging the large duffle bag over his shoulder he moved to cab of the pick-up, since the bed was now empty of his items that needed to be moved in save for a massive name brand cooler, and pulled a large grey backpack from the grey leather back seat and slung it easily over his shoulder.<br><br>Once loaded up Dustin followed behind Ashlyn never letting her get so far away that he couldn't still get the hint of whatever scent clung to her skin still on the air. Following her up the stairs was a treat of a view that made his hand ache to reach out and give her denim clad ass a squeeze, but it was far too soon to try to pull that off. Once entering the room he immediately noted the bed, set off to the side of the main area and the faint scent of oil lingering in the air. <strong>"That'll be fine. I've slept in places where it smelled worse."</strong> The young ranch hand's drawl tried to reassure her as he carried the two items over to the bed and dropped them down. The duffle bag, that probably weighed right around as much as Ashlyn, bounced lightly on the bed and the massive bed didn't seem to make a sound. <strong>"Solid bed, "</strong> Dustin glanced at her with a smirk <strong>"I'd hate to have the whole ranch know I was gettin' rowdy up here. "</strong> The flirtatious comment left hanging in the air as he moved from the bed to push the windows open to at least air out the place.<br><br>Once he had all the windows open he headed towards the door and pulled it open for her. <strong>"'Bout time we got down to business. Otherwise Sam 'll be wondering what we were up to while he was gone."</strong> Dustin's tall muscled physique towered over hers as she slipped toward the door and he held it open for her. The privacy of the ranch only was exemplified up in his new room, and at this moment he seemed like he'd be happy if the hot little blonde was the only woman left in the state. <br><br>After following her out the door and back down the steps he took a step forward and matched her stride heading over to the stables where they'd begin the work of the day. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>29-09-2016, 22:04:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div><em>"Well, there wouldn't be many to know.&nbsp; Dad's had some trouble keeping hands lately.&nbsp; Aside from a neighbor that helps out some, it's you, me and him.&nbsp; And Dad sleeps like a log.&nbsp; Anything short of twister or an earthquake, he probably wouldn't stir." </em> Ashlyn put her hands on her hips as she spoke, her expression giving nothing away, as if the information she'd just given him wasn't as loaded as a gambler's dice.&nbsp; Sam wasn't all that sound a sleeper normally, though he lived, ate, partied and slept just the same as he worked.<br><br>Still, when she was ... prowling, she supposed her mother would call it ... close to home, she always gave Sam a little bit of help in the sleep department.&nbsp; Whether it was magic or just a natural sort of thing like the spray of a skunk or bite of a snake, she didn't know ... she only knew that when she wanted to she could massage his neck and shoulders and *boom* he was out for the next six to eight hours.&nbsp; Plenty of time for her to ... rejuvenate herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wished her mother would've taught her that earlier, but she supposed she had tried to hide things at first.&nbsp; It was much easier now.<br><br>She watched while he opened the windows, admiring the flex of muscle, the way he filled out his shirt and jeans, even the soft, even cut of his hair on the back of his collar.&nbsp; It would feel, she knew, so soft there, to run her fingers through, just a light touch ... that would not stay light.&nbsp; Ashlyn was learning, and there were responsibilities.<br><br><em>"Of course.&nbsp; There is a lot to be done." </em> She didn't waste time staring.&nbsp; She'd likely have plenty of opportunity while they worked, and she did so love to see a man in motion.&nbsp; It was much more ... raw ... than a gym, more impressive than a jogger running along the sidewalk, even when their physique was equally as impressive.&nbsp; The sway in her hips evened out as they headed toward the stables.&nbsp; Ashlyn loved the horses, and it was enough to re-focus her attention to the task at hand.&nbsp; As her eyes quickly adjusted to the dimmer light, she shoved open the door wide to let sunlight in, and grabbed a pitchfork off the wall hook and handed it to Dustin.&nbsp; Had they been more used to working together, she would have tossed it, but it would be a shame if he somehow misunderstood and ended up on the decomissioned list waiting for his wounds to heal ... though playing nurse might be fun.<br><br>She grabbed her own, and the two got to work, raking out the old hay and putting in the new.&nbsp; From outside there was the occasional whicker or neigh from the horses, who were interested in the goings on in their stalls and tempted by the possibility of a piece of apple or carrot that Ashlyn often had for them, or a rare cube of sugar that wasn't precisely good for them, but that they loved, especially Midnight Coarser, whom she called 'Middy' and spoke to.<br><br><em>"So, Dustin ... Big D ... do you have family in the area?&nbsp; Parents ... brothers ... a wife ... a girlfriend ... or both?" </em> It was as subtle as a two-by-four across the face, but she was bent down lifting a fork-full of straw to toss as she asked, providing him enough distraction that she figured it wouldn't bother him all that much if he thought she was coming on to him.&nbsp; He was looking plenty, and it wasn't the kind of look a man planning on denying himself would give, but rather the kind that said it was just a matter of time.<br><br>The work the had done, given the warmth, was plenty enough to give her a sheen of sweat, though she wasn't tired or winded.&nbsp; It felt good, the light burn in her muscles, the heat, and the knowledge that it wouldn't be long until that other burn was stoked up to a raging inferno.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>01-10-2016, 18:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br><strong>"That's good to know. I'd hate to know I'm keeping him up because I love it when my company doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut when it's not otherwise occupied." </strong> Dustin teased as he felt her eyes roaming over his body. There was a weight to her blue eyes that made him feel her attention sliding over his flesh. He knew when she watched the shift of his strong biceps flexing and opening the window. He'd feel his cock with need throb when she glanced over the bulge in the front of his jeans. Even the weight of her eyes on the short cut of his hair at the nape of his neck sent a chill of arousal down his spine. The young stud had never felt anything like this and he was loving every minute of her attention. Even the scent of the air in her presence, that grew stronger the closer he got to her, was enchanting. <br><br>The young Oklahoma boy was relieved when she took a moment to turn her attention back to the work that needed to be done. As much as he wanted her he also wanted to stay around for a bit to ensure that'd he'd have ample time with Ashlyn, and that meant that they needed to work together. <br><br>Coming down the stairs to his home behind the pretty blonde he tried to keep his eyes off her, but it was a difficult battle. His eyes would stray away from her tight white shirt and perfect denim clad ass, but it was never long before they were drawn back to her backside leading him into the stables that looked like they were long past needing a good deep clean. <br><br>Stepping inside he was greeted by the large pitchfork that was quickly secured in his callused tanned hand that gripped the thick shaft of the tool making it look nearly like a toy in his hand. The sound of the horses took his attention for a moment as he looked over the few impressive specimen within the stables. <br><br>He got to work without much hesitation and it was clear he knew what he was doing when the pitch fork was shoved into the thick hay that littered the floor and he balanced a large mound of it atop the old pitchfork. The simple lifting of the hay had caused his tanned biceps to swell and flex gorgeously in the dimly lit stables. After he took just one load out he was gone for a little longer than normal because when he returned the red t-shirt had been slipped off to reveal the chiseled work hardened physique that was tightened balancing the fresh load of hay as he carried it back into the stables to scatter it back over the exposed floor that he'd just cleaned. <br><br>While working Dustin would occasionally reach out and stroke the neck of the large horses that seemed curious about his presence within the stables. <br><br>The intensity and speed at which he worked made it so his body didn't take long before it was glistening with a sheen of sweat that accentuated the bare muscles of his tanned physique each time he dipped down to load of the pitchfork. The cords of thick young muscle bunched and strained along his back as he hefted the heavy loads up and carried them out of sight, leaving Ashlyn with the picturesque view of his broad tappered back and the muscled hills and valley's across his back and down to his low riding jeans that caused the top of his muscled ass to be on display as well as the peak of his crack. In the front his jeans rode low enough that the deep V of the lines from the top of his musculature of his hips forced the gaze a bit lower to the bulge of his manhood packaged perfectly in his jeans. <br><br>Once the stable was cleaned out Dustin took a moment to grab a breather just outside the stables in the shade of the large building. The pitchfork stuck into the ground as he grabbed his red cotton t-shirt and lifted it to his sweaty forehead and wipe it clean leaving the history of sweat lingering on his forehead now smeared over his red shirt. The burn of the work was causing his thick muscles to bulge and stretch his tanned warm skin and the veins that laid across the large arms bulging as they delivered the blood out of the strong muscles back into his heart. With the stable's done Dustin looked around the ranch that needed work, but he knew there had to be an order to things so when Sam came back out his hungry gaze devoured her body as he spoke up. <strong>"So what's next? I am just getting warmed up I'd hate to let you think I could only handle one round at a time.</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>03-10-2016, 20:13:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>There was urgency, but it was more manageable.&nbsp; She could anticipate the meal with relish, while not feeling ... well ... starved.&nbsp; That boded well for not only the ranch, but Big D himself, and after all, her mother had said that it would get easier.&nbsp; Ashlyn just hoped that easier didn't dull the intensity.<br><br>At any rate, the horses would be happier with properly cleaned stalls, and if Dustin was showing off his muscles a bit, Ashlyn was more than happy to be impressed, as well as to do a little showing off of her own.&nbsp; He was keen on her, and if there were any romantic entanglements to get into the way, they certainly weren't serious. <br><br>That was good.&nbsp; She didn't like the idea of breaking some poor girl's heart.&nbsp; She'd done that early on, though it had just happened, and had not been something she had planned.&nbsp; It was much better here -- there was something about the air and the work, and perhaps the men as well.<br><br>Dustin was a prime example of that, his work-hardened body a more beautiful sculpture than anything Rodin had ever done.&nbsp; He had worked like a demon, and without the shirt, had she been made of weaker stuff, she might well have started drooling.&nbsp; As the rested a moment in the overhang, they regarded each other in a way that amused her greatly, rather like an old cartoon she'd watched on the television.&nbsp; Two men had been stranded on a desert island without food, and in their trials and tribulations, they had come to see each other as delicacies -- one a rich ham, and the other a roasted turkey. <br><br>He did look rather delicious. <em> "Do you know how to run the hay lifter?&nbsp; &nbsp;There are bales that need to be stacked from the mowing -- what Dad's not selling, food for the stock.&nbsp; They need to be stacked under that shed there." </em><br><br>As she spoke, Ashlyn pulled down the hem of her t-shirt, so that the damp fabric pulled tight against her breasts, molding to her shape.&nbsp; Then, she lifted it, exposing her navel with it's little jeweled piercing, and then the stomach and the curve of her ribs, stopping just as the first lower curve of her breasts came in to view.&nbsp; Her eyes stayed on him, a faint smile revealing that she was putting on a bit of a show for him and enjoying it as much as getting cooled off.<br><em><br>"I'll bring you out some lunch and then get things straightened up in the tack room.&nbsp; There's been too much to get done with the two of us.&nbsp; If it was an easy life you wanted, you wouldn't be a rancher, would you?&nbsp; But you know what they say about ranchers, don't you?&nbsp; Work had ... and then play hard."&nbsp; </em>She gave him another long look, and then a flirtatious smile. <em> "I've seen the one.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to seeing the other.&nbsp; What do you like to do for fun?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>04-10-2016, 20:30:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>Dustin had been so caught up in working that he'd forgotten about the questions that she'd asked him in the midst of cleaning out the stables. Feeling a little embaressed that he got so damn distracted by the work, which had helped him keep his mind off the fantasies featuring her that he couldn't seem to get away from, that he was going to answer them once she joined him out in the shade. <strong>"My family is all back in Oklahoma, well except for my little brother who joined the military, I'm not sure where he is now. As for ladies, well ain't none of them special enough to keep me from comin' out here to work for your Pa. Not that their weren't a few of 'em sad to see me leave."</strong> The smirk on his smooth pink lips was telling enough for her to know that he'd made sure to let her know he was unattached and all hers if she was ready to give in to the desire that Big D was so used to instilling in women. <br><br>When Ashlyn started speaking again Dustin could hardly concentrate on her words because of what she was doing with her snug white t-shirt. The way that cotton stretched over her tits and molded back against them he could have swore that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her gorgeous breasts were just that naturally perky and full. It got even worse for Dustin as she started to pull up the bottom of that shirt. The higher it went the tighter his dusty jeans began to feel in the crotch. While his shameless green eyes were admiring her abs like he was a man dying of thirst and she was a bucket of fresh water. By some miricle he'd managed to not let his jaw drop and his tongue drop out of his mouth, but he hadn't managed to stop his own retaliation. <br><br>The red t-shirt he'd been using to dry his forehead was taken by one of his callused working man's hands and dragged across his stomach. The thick fingers pulled the soft cotton against his hard wash board abs that had been glistening with sweat, but were cleaned as the hand spread across. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">His hand kept wiping away the sweat till his thumb hooked into the front of his jeans and started to slide the waist band down revealing of his chiseled tanned flesh that needed to be cleaned.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTLl64SM-SiBUL7ANHeqpGz4qeBdEsJtuvnwy0oGOunyIIXEeHu)</div></div> <br><br>Once he was done teasing he lifted the shirt and tossed it over his shoulder and glanced around for the hay lifter <strong>"Shouldn't be a problem."</strong> Dustin responded about the hay lifter in his easy southern drawl. <br><br>A smile cocked over his lips as he turned back to Ashlyn with a flirtateous glimmer in his green gaze. <strong>"Now don't go giving me a job then askin' a question. I'll answer that when you come out with lunch and we can take a bit of a break. "</strong> His long raven lashes that framed his eyes perfectly flashed her a quick wink. <strong>"I'm sure you already know my favorite pastime, and I do go hard." </strong> <br><br>The tall tanned rancher stud turned his back to Ashlyn and stepped from the shade back out into the sun. Every step he took caused the low riding jeans to shift across his toned strong buttocks and the thick muscles of his back to shift deliciously under his glistening tanned skin. Dustin was sure taking a good game, and the look of the young ranch hand made him look like a delicacy for Ashlyn, and little did she know that the was all the well equipped to back it up when she finally decided that enough was enough. Of course if she waited too long she might not get the chance to make the first move. <br><br>Dustin stuffed his t-shirt into the back pocket of his jeans and hopped into the front seat of the hay lifter and was off to work hauling the bales back under the shed where they'd be protected from the elements till time came when they'd be needed for food. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>06-10-2016, 01:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>Oh, when it came time for getting out of clothes ... a time that Ashlyn doubted would be put off too long, if she had anything to say about it ... there was likely to be buttons flying and seams torn.&nbsp; He liked to show off too, and the little peek-a-boo game was whetting her appetite something fierce ... and not for tuna salad.<br><br>She was more than a little tempted to suggest that a little dip in the pond might help them cool off, but if Sam came back and stuff wasn't done, then he'd likely be makin' his point about priorities by getting in the way of her fun.&nbsp; That wasn't likely to be for the benefit of anybody concerned ... and besides, she did want things to look tidy.<br><br>Gettin' the hay all stacked likely wouldn't exhaust him so much that they couldn't get up to all sorts of things later, while Sam was kicking back in his easy chair, drinkin' a beer and watchin' the Braves.&nbsp; Maybe waterin' the flowers along the walk, which she'd need to do after the sun went down to keep from wilting them could lead to her coolin' herself down with a few sprays under the window.&nbsp; That might just lead to him offerin' to let her dry off up in his apartment ... which would then lead to getting all wet again in a fashion much more fun.<br><br>All those thoughts were galloping around in her head as she dragged her eyes away from the tanned, glistening muscle, and she fanned herself with her hand with a little extra vigor. <br><br>He'd admitted that there wasn't any close knit family that'd be warning him off, and no girls waiting in the wings for him to settle down and make an honest woman of her.&nbsp; Not that she planned, precisely, on doing anything more than sipping off a year or two and draining some of that potency away, but accidents did happen with a young succubus, or so her mother hand warned and she'd learned on her own.&nbsp; It was just better not to have such entanglements ... though even if he'd confessed that he had a whole bevy that wrote him sexy love notes every night and called him endlessly, she probably wouldn't have been able to resist a few bites.<br><em><br>"That sounds like a man who needs some time to think of a good answer,"</em> she all but purred back, then smiled as he continued, adding her own little tease and challenge to the mix.<em>&nbsp; "Any man can love football, but whether he just calls the plays from his armchair or makes the winning touchdowns&nbsp; ..."&nbsp; </em>She cocked her head and gave him a cocky flounce of her fingers before starting back toward the house ... though she did turn a time or two to take a look back, and added a little extra sway in her hips in case he did the same.<br><br>In the house, she quickly breezed through the chores, sweeping, dusting, putting a load of laundry in the washer, along with getting food prepared.&nbsp; There were few things quicker than a hungry succubus.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly starving, but Dustin, or Big D, definitely had all the markings of a good old ranch-style picnic, hearty, filling, and delicious in a down-home sort of way without an ounce of pretentiousness.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yummy ... certainly moreso than the sandwich she fixed for him with rare roast beef - rare for extra staying power - and some of Sam's famous au jus, which he called 'broth', with a roll of his eyes for fancy words used for simple things.&nbsp; Cole slaw, a couple of deviled eggs as a sort of inside joke, a homemade spicy pickle, and some potato salad completed the meal.&nbsp; &nbsp; Working men burnt a lot of fuel, and Dustin had hardly slowed down at all ... which did bode well for his claim of going hard at his favorite pastime.<br><br>It was also a favorite pastime of hers, though the scope of need was just a little bit different.&nbsp; If Dustin went without too long, he might start gettin' cranky and take himself off to the nearest honky-tonk where he'd no doubt have two or three girls cat-fightin' for the honor of climbin' up in the cab of his truck and driven down some quiet country lane.&nbsp; If she went without too long ... well ... sort of the same thing, though the fightin' would probably turn serious and there'd be some serious hurt.<br><br>Best not to let that happen.<br><br>She packed the lunch in a wicker picnic basket Sam had mostly used to accumulate mail he didn't read until he tossed it in the burn bin, and even topped it with a red-checkered table cloth.&nbsp; She toyed with the idea of putting on something with a little less cloth, but settled on making the rip in her jeans a little bigger, and re-tying the shirt so that her breasts were all but bursting out, the nipples more than happy to do their part in drawing his eyes where hopefully the rest would follow.<br><br>As an almost afterthought, she added a small sandwich for herself, just so he wouldn't think anything amiss.&nbsp; It wasn't food that she was hungry for.<br><br>-----------------------<br><em><br>"You're a fast worker, too.&nbsp; I do like a man who doesn't lay about ... well ... except ..."</em><br><br>She didn't finish the sentence as she sat the basket on one of the hay bales and smirked at him, inviting him not-so-subtly to take her meaning.&nbsp; She could do subtle, but this didn't seem to be the time or place.&nbsp; Dustin didn't seem the sort to appreciate much subtlety, much like her father.<br><br>Perhaps that liking for directness was another weakness she shared with her Mom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>07-10-2016, 21:14:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>Dustin had chuckled lightly when she commented on his reasons for not giving her all the information about how he liked to spend his free time right away. As much as he would have liked to sit and chat with the hot farmer's daughter all afternoon he was aware there was work to be done, and only a limited amount of daylight to get it all done in. Dustin knew that if he gave into the temptation of sitting and chatting with her they'd end up working far later and getting far less done, which could really cut into any time they might have alone before Sam returned to the ranch. <br><br>He was not the type that could resist the view of a sexy denim clad ass strutting its stuff with the confidence she held. So of course there were a few times when she was walking towards the house that he was caught looking back at her, and never once did he turn away sheepishly. Instead he gave her playful wink as well as a slow sensuous wetting of his lower pale pink lip by his thick tongue. <br><br>By the time he was sitting in the hay lifter his jeans were a bit tighter in the front with his cock straining the snug denim. His arousal didn't last long as his mind shifted from the blonde, at least for the most part, to the task at hand. Now the task of sorting bales wasn't a difficult one, but it wasn't one that could be hurried through. Dustin knew from experience if he went too fast that the bales wouldn't be neatly stacked and not only would it look bad it would just cause more difficulty when they wanted to get them down. So there he sat in the warm leather seat with the sweltering sun beating across his tanned muscle bound broad tanned shoulders. His thick biceps and triceps were easily visible shifting beneath the glistening bronze flesh as he shifted with one hand and used the other to steer and operate the controls of the hay lifter. <br><br>-------------------<br><br>Dustin was just finishing up with his job when she came to join him with her altered outfit and the whicker basket filled with, what he at least guessed, was a lunch. The small tractor that he'd been operating was pulled off to the side and the noisy engine killed as she sat on one of the last bales that he had just moved over into the shade of the shelter. <br><br>As he was climbing down out of the driver's seat, causing the taught washboard abs to stretch and strain against his flesh as he lengthened back out to his full height. The jeans were still riding as dangerously low as they had when she left him giving her a glance and the tops of his underwear's waistband. <strong>"A good man knows when it is right to go fast, and isn't afraid to slow it down to get the job done right. "</strong> The thick southern drawl dripped with innuendo as his gorgeous green eyes admired her adjusted top, unable to ignore how her nipples stood out against the soft cotton or how deep her clevage was. Had she been like that before? Or was she really just that bold? Dustin wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to complain as he closed the distance between them.<br><br><strong>"I guess it's time for me to give you that answer you were lookin' for before. "</strong> He walked past her away from where she was sitting for a moment to the spicket on the near by barn and turned it on. Grabbing a quick drink of water from the spicket, that left his chest and abs dripping with the slight amount of liquid that he had missed with his mouth. <br><br><strong>"Football used to be my game, I played a lot in high school, but you probably have heard enough about retired players glory days round here. The last couple years I've been playing some amature baseball, easier not to get hurt, and the girls sure like the pants. "</strong> Dustin grinned as he walked back over to the spot where she was sitting.<strong> " I also like going out and spending the day on the lake trying to get somethin' to bite, but if the company is right&nbsp; sometimes the lines never come out of the water "</strong> Dustin doubted that if he ever got Ashlyn out to a fishin' hole that the lines would even get to the water. <strong>"Most nights on the weekend, or when no early chores need doing, I like to hit up the bar and see what kind of trouble I can get in. Sometimes with a girl, sometimes its a fight, and sometimes it's both."</strong> <br><br>Dustin's denim clad ass dropped onto the bale right next to her. His thick sweaty hard muscled chest pressed lightly into her shoulder and side as he reached out across her lap with his powerful arm. <strong>"A night in bed with the right girl going till neither of us and move or till we see the sunrise is one that I say can't be beat though. "</strong> His eyes locked with hers as his hand slipped over her jeans and the thick fingers slipping against her smooth flesh through the hole she just made larger. <strong>"But it's been a long time since I've been with a cow girl that can ride all night long."</strong> His words both a challenge and a question that left unspoken as his rough callused fingers drew circles on her thigh. <br><br><strong>"But even I need some good food to do that, so why don't you show me what you brought for lunch."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>11-10-2016, 22:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>Whatever else he was good at, from running a good sized tractor to innuendo, he was also looking to be good at getting out of those clothes.&nbsp; That was another trait Ashlyn could admire.&nbsp; &nbsp;They'd hardly known each other more than a few hours, and already she knew he was a 'Hanes' man, and that his jeans did little to hide that he could probably model those underwear to devastating effect.&nbsp; She didn't drool, but nor did she hide the fact that she was noticing, and taking a good bit of pleasure in the noticing.<br><br>She also noticed him looking, and his eyes lingered on the shape of her breasts, the jut of her nipples against the tight cloth well after he'd had to have seen that she'd left off admiring him and was instead watching him look.&nbsp; That made him a man after her own heart, so to speak, as she didn't have much patience with the sort who only looked while they thought noone was watching.&nbsp; That was another kind of game-playing entirely, and one that decidedly rubbed her the wrong way.<br><br>What they were doing was ... mostly ... honest.&nbsp; He didn't know she was part-succubus, and he didn't know that getting involved with one of her kind was dangerous.&nbsp; Of course, if she went around telling people they ought to be afraid of her, in short order they'd have something more to be afraid about.&nbsp; Her mom said there were those like them that preyed on the dregs of society, and maybe there was something to that.&nbsp; Right now, though, she was just learning.&nbsp; The first few ... well, those had been accidents.&nbsp; With each one, she was learning how to manage things better.&nbsp; With Dustin, she thought that just maybe she could get what she needed without taking too much away.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; And maybe if she just laid it out for him, he'd consider it an even trade for what he got.&nbsp; Her dad did, with her Mom ... or at least he had before he found himself saddled with a daughter ... and a daughter with appetites.&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe he'd 're-thunk' on that some.&nbsp; Maybe she should give her Mom a call and invite her up for a few days for a family reunion.<br><br>But not just yet.<br><br>She spread out the checkered tablecloth and laid out things all nice and pretty while he got a drink and cooled off. <br><br><em>"I imagine the girls around here won't be much different.&nbsp; There's a couple of churches around here that play baseball on Sundays after the services.&nbsp; They've even got uniforms ... of a sort.&nbsp; Its mostly an excuse to show off for the girls, I think, but so long as everyone's having fun, who cares?&nbsp; There's a lake not too far away, too, and I cook up a mean fish fry.&nbsp; Once we get caught up, maybe you can impress me with your fishin' and I'll impress you with my cookin'."</em>&nbsp; Her deliberately nonchalant voice, the batting of her eyelashes, likely communicated quite well that if she had anything to say about it, he'd be impressing her with some other skills before and after, cooking or eating, or both.<br><br>How much of his talk was just testosterone bragging and how much of it was justified, Ashlyn didn't know, but she did mean to find out. <em> "Well, Big D, it does sound like you're going to fit in right well around here.&nbsp; You may even decide to stay a while ... though I have to warn you.&nbsp; It's pretty close to a full time job, impressing my Dad and impressing me -- though if you can handle it, it's decent money and some damn good perks."<br></em><br>She smiled as his hand covered her thigh, the fingers brushing over bare skin where she'd frayed the denim with just that sort of purpose in mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her hips, her ass, shifted, not at all shy about letting him know she liked the feel of his hand where it was, even inviting it a little bit higher.&nbsp; &nbsp;Maybe later, when she went to see how he was settling in, she widen that rip a bit more and see just how bold he could be with the sun below the horizon.&nbsp; <em>"Well that's good.&nbsp; It means you're all rested up."</em><br><br>She brought out the sandwich, the crust of the bread still crunchy and warm from the toasting, the meat nice and juicy, and presented it to him on a paper towel with a rooster print, which made her smile as she was sure he'd get the reference.&nbsp; The little container of au jus, still steaming, was next, and with it the potato salad and the slice of apple pie for dessert. <em> "I would've brought you a beer, but Dad would tan my hide if I got you to drinking while you're operating heavy machinery.&nbsp; Guess you'll have to settle for an RC or lemonade instead."</em>&nbsp; She held up the cool silver thermos, shaking it a little to stir the ice chips inside.<br><br>He'd want to be well-hydrated for later.<br><br>And already she was looking forward to sundown.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>14-10-2016, 20:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>When Dustin turned around from the spicket, with water still dripping down the ravine that ran from between his strong slabs of tanned pec muscles and crated a channel between the hills of his defined abs, and saw that she was setting up everything all nice out on the blanket she'd brought out he couldn't help but be impressed by it all. His innuendo laced words were matched by her own and he couldn't help but become more attracted to the sexy farmer's daughter who seemed to be saying all the right things to get to the country boy's mind off work and leanin' towards a good long roll in the hay. The thought of taking her down to the lake some afternoon and seeing her in a skimpy little bikini was enough to make Big D want to toss off the rest of today's work load and head right on down to the lake. It was getting easy to see why the ranch was backed up, if the blond farmer's daughter treated the other workers half as nicely as she'd been treating him it would be hard to get work done.<br><br>Dustin was never one who needed to try too hard when it came to impressing people. Usually he just did his work the way it was expected to be done at his normal pace, which compared to other workers was sometimes twice as fast, and that was enough to impress whoever he was working for. When it came to impressing women the work he put in was more on the front end. His tanned chiseled muscular physique wasn't due to genetics, but hard work and a diet that was at least a little bit restrictive compared to other ranch hands. The way Ashlyn had been gawking at him so far let him know that he'd done a good amount of impressing of her already. <br><br>The warmth of her toned thigh under his callused fingers made his wandering hand want more. The shift of her body was not ignored as she shifted herself into a position that allowed his thick strong fingers to slide a bit higher up her thigh. The weight of his strong thick fingers forced her flesh to submit to their strength as they slipped a bit higher under the hole in the denim as she continued to unpack the basket she'd brought out for them to share. His lips curled into a bold mischievous smirk as she commented on him being all rested up, and although he wanted to reply he decided to let his hands do the talking. The thick fingers spread over her thigh, some inside the denim hole and some outside and gave that trapped toned muscle a firm but skilled squeeze with his thumb, that was resting on her inseam, sliding a bit higher than her father would have approved.<br><br>Once she brought out the sandwich for him his hand lifted from her thigh and took the wrapped up offering in the rather appropriately patterned paper towel. Even with his hand off her flesh the warmth of the memory seemed to linger upon his skin. It was something entirely foreign to Dustin, as if her flesh was calling his back to be touched, a craving that only seemed to intensify as he breathed in her alluring feminine scent. <br><br>Dustin appeased his desire to touch her by sliding a bit closer to her on the bale they'd turned into a bench. His thickly muscled denim clad thigh pressed along hers as his free arm moved to rest behind her back. The length of his powerful bicep swelled against her back, down her spine, where his arm rested behind her acting more or less as a backrest to the young blonde while his eyes glanced over the thermos. <strong>"Well I guess I'll have to impress you some more to earn that nice cold beer then. For now lemonade should be just fine. "</strong> Skillfully he unwrapped the sandwich with the one hand and dipped it into the little container of the au jus and brought it to his lips to take a hefty bite. <br><br>Appetite had never been much of a problem for the muscular tanned worker, but today there was a little bit more of an edge to the hunger. Usually he felt a dull ache in his gut, but now the ache had turned sharp as if his body was trying to prepare him for something it knew he'd need extra strength for. He made quick work of the first bite of the sandwich and turned his eyes back down to Ashyln. <strong>"Damn good. "</strong> was all he said before dipping the meat again and taking another bite but leaving his arm still resting behind her back. <br><br>It was only a matter of moments before he had demolished the sandwich and wiped his hand off on the rooster print paper towel. A few drips of the au jus had been spilled on the front of his jeans, and Dustin then took the paper towel to them. His hand was quick to wipe away the remnants of the juices which had dripped close to an along the bulge of his package that was stirring simple due to her closeness. <br><br><strong>"Could ou pour me a glass of that or are we just going to drink right out of the thermos?</strong> Dustin didn't care much either way, hell sharing the thermos might get him a taste of that lip gloss the sparkled across her lips which his eyes were constantly glancing to, that is when he could take his eyes from her tits and bare nipples straining the front of that little white top. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>25-10-2016, 22:48:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>There was some comfort in knowing that Ashlyn's control had improved.&nbsp; When she had first come to the ranch, she had been ravenous.&nbsp; A hand on the bare skin of her thigh and the thought of restraint would have melted away under the onslaught of hunger.&nbsp; Now, even though it had been too long since she'd been able to fully sate those hungers, she wasn't on the verge of losing control.<br><br>It would have been fun to do so, but it wasn't necessary.&nbsp; Too, it seemed that she could sense a faint energy passing from the new ranch hand, Dustin, to her.&nbsp; It took the edge off nicely, and best of all, he didn't even seem to miss it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Curious, and it would be nice if she didn't break her toys just by playing with them.&nbsp; &nbsp;This kind of play was more subtle, and quite enjoyable on its own, so long as she knew she wouldn't have to wait too long.&nbsp; Already she was going to make sure that Sam had a good supper waiting, and enough beer at hand that he'd sleep soundly.&nbsp; He'd know what she was doing, of course, but so far he'd been resigned and his taciturn manner and concern blended into something that made for a reasonable accommodation between the two.<br><em><br>"Well, let's see how much you can get done this afternoon.&nbsp; It just might be that I can arrange a cold beer or two ... maybe even dessert." </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She made no effort to move his hand from her leg, or to move away from the support of his arm or the press of his leg.&nbsp; That would be rather silly, given that she didn't want him to be shy about touching her.&nbsp; In fact, as her eyes dropped to the gentle swell at his crotch, she was tempted to let her own hands wander, just to get a better feel ... so to speak ... for what was on the menu later.<br><br><em>"The lemonade's all for you, though I wouldn't object to you letting me have a taste ... just to make sure I got it sweet enough."&nbsp; &nbsp;</em>All the same, she untwisted the silver cap to the thermos, and then the stopper, and poured the makeshift cup full.&nbsp; That left him good use of one hand, and a little nudge of her leg invited him to make use of it.&nbsp; When it was full, she carefully handed it over, and waited until he'd drunk before she leaned in and pressed soft lips to his, her tongue flicking over the lower to lick away any traces of the lemonade as she leaned in more to let her tight-clad breasts brush against his chest.<br><br>As much as she wanted to, she didn't let the kiss linger, pulling back away from his hand with sultry, sparkling eyes and putting a minuscule distance between the two of them. <br><br><em>"Sweet enough, but not too sweet ... just right.&nbsp; I won't ask if you liked the sandwich -- you wolfed that down fast enough.&nbsp; I do like to see a man with a good appetite - I just hope you're at least as hungry tonight."&nbsp; </em><br><br>Double entendres were such fun!&nbsp; Ashlyn couldn't believe she hadn't made more use of them growing up and in school.&nbsp; She'd certainly have got better grades when reading Shakespeare, though she thought only a few of her teachers would have appreciated the insight she'd acquired over the bard's steamier tales.&nbsp; A shame she hadn't been alive back then ... maybe she should ask her mother ...<br><br>Ashlyn chuckled at that, her eyes momentarily distant.&nbsp; No, she had never been that big a fool as to ask that question, even in jest.&nbsp; And she certainly didn't want her mother anywhere near Big D ... well, at least not until she'd had him first ... and probably second, third and fourth as well.<br><br>Without realizing the danger, just the thought of fucking the delicious cowboy here on the hay, in his chastely made bed, up against the wall, in the tall grass, in the bed of his truck under the stars ... Ashlyn's lips parted, and her breathing hitched up, her hips rising to guide the arm that was on her bare lower back down farther to the eager curve of her ass.&nbsp; Her eyes darkened, a fey light of hunger turning them a stormy, back-lit blue until the loud whinny of one of the nearby stallions broke her from the reverie.<br><br>So much for the control -- that was, she supposed, what she got for patting herself on the back too soon.&nbsp; There was a throbbing heat nestled between her thighs, and an ache that was low and deep.&nbsp; Damn it!&nbsp; Surely it wouldn't hurt too much if she just pushed him back on the haybales and climbed on his lap to give him a little taste of what was on the menu tonight ... and herself as well.<br><br>Except if she did, she wouldn't stop.&nbsp; Sam'd be back and come looking, and she'd be bent over ...<br><br><em>"Stop it, you idiot!"</em>&nbsp; She scolded herself silently and forced the image, the anticipation of his touch, his taste, down as far as it could go.<br><br><em>"Anyway, if you finish with the stacking, the troughs need to be filled, and feeding, and clearing out the paddocks.&nbsp; We do the whole recycling bit - there's a collection area right down in the next field." </em> Her voice was somewhat hoarse, whiskey-rough for a moment as she hurriedly started speaking, but it smoothed out as she regained control, disaster averted.<br><em><br>"I'll help when I can, but Sam expects me to get the house chores done too.&nbsp; The happier he is about that when he gets home, the more likely he is to plant himself down and watch the ballgame.&nbsp; He'll probably invite you to watch it with him ... though if you're not a sports fan, I'm sure I can think of something to keep you entertained until bedtime."</em><br><br>Those smokey blue eyes bore into his as she worried a lock of her hair, using the end of it to tickle the swell of her breast, tempting the nipple back into a hard little peak outlined against the fabric of her shirt.&nbsp; <em>"After that, maybe you can keep me entertained, if you're up to it after such a <strong>long</strong>, <strong>hard</strong>, day."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Incant</strong> on <strong>10-11-2016, 21:54:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s19.postimg.io/razd4mvmb/39348ed6de828c27387ed59adc20f984.jpg)</div><br>Dustin was no stranger to being bribed by food and/or beer while working and while they were usually very good motivators for the young powerful ranch hand there was obviously something that the tanned Adonis would much rather taste when the work was done. His lustful eyes were all over her body in the outfit that made every asset she had look as good as it possibly could. Dustin was not one to second guess a woman's intentions nor would he turn down an offer by a gorgeous little thing like her, but he did know how to take a hint and if she would've pulled away he could have pulled back. <br><br>Ashlyn did the exact opposite of pulling away and he couldn't have been more encouraged when she let her body settle a bit closer into the side of his own half naked fully tanned upper body. The warmth of his hard muscled frame invited her touch and the weight of her body to be pressed against his as she started to pour the light yellow liquid into the thermos lid. Ashlyn's not so subtle nudge of her denim clad thigh against his was quickly responded to by his hand, now free of any last reminants of lunch, to return to her thigh. <br><br>The weight of his strong fingers seemed to be guided by memory or instinct as he didn't have to look down to know where the holes in her jeans were. The weight of his strong fingers confidently but not too firmly pressed into the inseam of her tight jeans and slowly slid higher and higher. Until his thumb, that was sliding over the top of her thigh hooked into one of the holes in the denim and his touch shifted up to let his thick calloused fingers to slide across her warm smooth flesh. <strong>"I'm sure there's enough for you to get a taste."</strong> Dustin commented as she poured and his hand continued to stroke her flesh.<br><br>While his hand had been moving she'd been pouring the lemonade, and his hand reluctantly pulled away from her thigh as the cup was offered. His large hand easily slid beneath the cup and he lifted the nearly full lid to his full, stubble framed, lips. The lifting of the glass pushed his bicep higher up on his arm accentuating the bulge of the muscle belly beneath as he tipped his head back and drank deeply of the sweet drink. The thick muscles along the sides of his neck tightened and relaxed as he drank deeply before the cup was emptied and pulled from his lips. <br><br>The kiss that came was not completely a surprise to Big D, and just as her warm lips met his he was ready. His full lips parted enough that her tongue could slide out and take a taste of the liquid that she desired, and at the same time the arm around her back pulled her tigher into him. The strength of his arm pulling her perky amazing tits into the wall of his smooth tanned slabs of chest muscle. The taste and sensation that raced through him with just her kiss was different than anything before. It was like a drug rushing through his body that made every inch of him more alert to what he was feeling, and by the time the kiss broke his cock had grown noticably from it's flaccid state. <br><br>His mind remained in a mild haze for a moment after he kiss, but when she spoke again it was like a siren calling him out of the fog. <strong>"Don't you go worrin' bout my appiteite I've had plenty call me insatiable. I just don't want you to be concerned in thinking I'm not satisfied when you're done."</strong> The silence that followed his words started to build in the air as his attentive green eyes focused on her beautiful face and they drew further down her body. The call of her flesh was pulling him more and more as the hand that had been around her back slid down from the small of her back and pushed forcefuly into the nearly unexistant space between her ass and the jeans. His strong hand found a way though and his bare rough fingers were cupping under her ass and gently lifting her body back towards him to a place where her chest was again pressed into his and he could taste her lips again. <br><br>The spell weaving over his mortal mind was one that he had no power to fight, but if he was given the honest choice he doubted he would. Dustin was all in to take her back into the barn, hidden from immedate view, and tear those jeans off her and fuck hard and deep to at least give them something to hold them off till after Sam went to bed, but then her voice broke the spell and he drew back just slightly. <br><br>The weight of his hand gently slid up out of her jeans as he turned his gaze away from her, only long enough for him to shake his head to try to figure out what had happened. Only Dustin hardly got more than a moment before her voice beckoned his attention back and she was speaking about not only what needed to happen next, but what might happen after dinner. <br><br><strong>"I ain't one much for watchin' I like to be in the middle of the action, and I know you'd be surprised at how much energy I still have at the end of the day. I KNOW you'll be impressed when you see it."</strong> His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her breast where her breast was tickling across the exposed cleavage, and Dustin couldn't hardly take it any more. His green eyes shifting to her face as his hand that was on the opposite side of her reached across his body and spread flat against her toned stomach. The weight of his immense strong hand gently spreading over her flesh was met with his eyes meeting her own and filled with a young hungry lustful fire that was all his own and not at all influence by her power.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I can't wait till we get these chores done and the real fun can begin. " </strong> His deep drawl bubbling with desire and confidence of a man who knew exactly how to treat a woman. <strong>"Now let's get back to work before Sam gets back. "</strong> This time Dustin moved in and pressed a quick but bold kiss across her delicious addicting lips just as he moved to stand. The brief kiss was long enough for him to find his feet and stand tall before her leaving her head and face just at the perfect height to see the imprisoned bulge of his endowment swelling the front of his jeans that rode dangerously low on the chiseled sweat glistening bronzed abs. <br><br>He let her look a moment before taking a step back and offering her one of his hands to help her to her feet off of the bale they'd used for a chair and almost turned into a bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rope the Whirlwind (GypsyRose &amp; Incant)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>14-11-2016, 23:34:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/GR_-_Ashlyn_Redmon.jpg)</div>There was something really quite magical about the dance of teasing.&nbsp; Of course, as far as normal courtships went, Ashlynn's hints were about as subtle as a 2x4 across the face.&nbsp; For her, however, it was something of a new experience, this urge to play and let things build.&nbsp; Always before, she'd been ... well ... not exactly on the brink of starvation, if her mother's somewhat over-dramatic warnings were any indication, but at least at a mind-clouding hunger-haze.<br><br>It had made things quite urgent, even if explosive.&nbsp; This had a different feel, and the young succubus thought it was quite possible she could get to like it.<br><br>It was fascinating to watch the muscles work as he drank, even if she missed the touch of his warm hand on her leg.&nbsp; His fingers were thick and strong, but seemed quite agile, and he had definitely been inching upward, though not in grabby fashion.&nbsp; When he finally did grab ... Ashlynn smiled a bit to herself, and then leaned into grab on her own, taking advantage of his offer of a taste.<br><br>The lemonade was tart, with a hint of sweetness and just the faint bitterness of a little zest, but she was far more interested in how the slide of his tongue felt against hers, and the cling of his lips ... and, of course, the way the rest of his body responded to hers.&nbsp; That, too, was more than satisfactory, the way his hand moved to her ribs, just beneath her arm, to press into the swell of her breast in semi-innocent fashion, as if seeking to know whether they were real or artifice.&nbsp; She didn't even need to look down to know that his bicep wasn't all that he could pump up nicely.&nbsp; His arousal was in the taste of him, the scent, underlying the rich hint of beefy au jus, the lemonade, and, of course, the ever-present hay.<br><br>It was at once a shame that he didn't act on the desires she could sense in him.&nbsp; While she couldn't read minds, and thank goodness for small mercies that she couldn't, there was a sort of ... flash ... that come to her when the desire was strong.&nbsp; In this case, what came to her was her body sprawled on the hay, her jeans at a little pile around an ankle while the other boot was up over Dustin's bare shoulder, the thud of his hips making her breasts bared by the unbuttoned shirt bobbing in counter-rhythm ...<br><br>Ashlynn's smile was approving, and knowing, as she put a little bit of distance between them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Big D, I have to warn you that I'm not easily surprised, but I shore will look forward to you makin' the attempt."&nbsp; </em>She let the words draw out, exaggerating the accent as she fanned herself with a hand, her lips twisting up into a faux-wry grin, though her eyes were sparkling with enjoyment at the back and forth ... and, of course, the anticipation.<br><br>It was over too soon, but he was right.&nbsp; When the chores for the day was done, and Sam was snoring in front of the TV, there wouldn't be nothing at all to interfere with the fun.&nbsp; &nbsp;The view of him standin' there, half at the ready already, was better than the food to keep her appetite stoked, and she returned the favor, bendin' down low to collect the remainder of the lunch things so that her shirt had to work to contain the swell of her breasts, and then bendin' the other way so he could, if he had a mind, watch her ass strain against the denim as she packed everything up all nice and neat in the basket.<br><em><br>"Well then, I'll just leave you the thermos in case you need something sweet and cold before the sun goes down."&nbsp; </em>Her blue eyes were filled with the promise of her having something hot and sweet for him later, when the time was right, and she definitely wasn't talking about a slice of her mom's apple pie.<br><br>Hopefully, some of that would fade before Sam got back.&nbsp; He was a lot better at ignorin' things when she didn't make him work too hard at it.&nbsp; As they said in the south, bless his heart.&nbsp; So far, she couldn't have asked for a better father -- but whether it'd been accident or design was her mother's little secret.<br><br>That was okay, because every girl ... and every succubus ... need a few little secrets to call her own.<br><br>Dustin headed back to the tractor, but Ashlynn just stood there for a minute, enjoying the movement of his ass -- whoever said it was just men who liked lookin' at a nice ass? -- and then, when he turned to grin at her, she waggled her fingers goodbye and then headed off to the house to finish up there.<br><br>Along about 4:30, Sam's truck kicked up dust down the road, and he tooted the horn a couple of times -- probably giving her ample warning so if she was doin' anything he didn't want to see, she'd have time to hide the evidence.&nbsp; Since there wasn't nothin' to see at the moment, 'cept for the already noticeable progress Dustin ... and she ... had been makin' on the chores, she came out readily onto the porch to meet him, kissin' his cheek and askin' about the hay auction, while reminding him to wipe his feet before comin' in.<br><br>Out of the kitchen, the spicy smell of chili simmering brought a smile to his face ... as did the sparkin' clean house.&nbsp; He gave her one suspicious look, but the sight of Dustin movin' around like a man in a hurry outside was enough to get his mind, and his conversation, back to ordinary things that the could do somethin' about.
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