Joy and Cleo - Account part 7

I have never, ever, seen Cleo get enough sex... That is until... I do believe, that today, the impossible was accomplished... by a team, none the less. Cleo took Looking Snake, me, Spring Forest's fist and Joy's fist to, at last, for the first time I have ever seen, satisfy Cleo's sex hunger.

Joy went to the kitchen to wipe and clean off her arm of secretions. Cleo got up finally, after staying on the floor, on her hands and knees, to, perhaps, recover from all those orgasms. The huge, brown and nude Cleo stood, a bit unsteady at first, and, spreading her legs, allowing Joy, who had returned from the kitchen, to wipe off Cleo's cunt and inner thighs. But vaginal secretions were everywhere.

Joy finally said, "Big sweety"... and that was a good sign; I never heard Joy call Cleo "sweety" before, at least, not that I ever heard. Looks like that firecracker Spring Forest did slap some sense into Joy!

Well, anyway, Joy said, "Big sweety, this is hopeless. We're gonna have to take a bath. You and me..."
"Really!?" Cleo asked, excited, "OH! Joy! I would love that!"
"Yes, ya big hunk... hunkess, that is!"
"Wow!" I, myself blurted out, "Can I join?"
"And can I join!?" Spring Forest blurted out as well, right after me.

Joy turned to me and smiled that patented wry and mischievous grin of hers. Joy turned to Spring Forest, then back to me. She replied, "Sure, sweeties... if y'all dare! It's gonna get crowded in there..."
Joy slinked up to me and continued, "So slender and delicate, and you're gonna be between a 200-pounder, and a 300-pounder."

Leaning on me, Joy turned to Spring Forest and asked, "And you're even more delicate..."
"I am NOT!" insisted Spring Forest, good naturedly but assertive as well, "I can take anything Alex can!"
"I wanna sex!" Joy asserted, "and I'm gonna get Alex goin' again, and possibly, the big one here! It's gonna get heavy in there, and, I do mean heavy! Are you sure?"

Spring Forest, having just thought of something maybe a bit better, and closer to herself in a manner of speaking, changed her mind. She began, "Of course I'm sure! I'll be part of the heaviness! I...", then she said, "Hmm, you know, go ahead guys, and have fun. I'll bathe with Cleo later today. And you too, Joy! I'm gonna sex with Snake a while!"
"He looks kinda passed out", Joy observed.
"Nah, I'll get him goin'!" Spring Forest assured, "I've seen him sex me ten, to fifteen times in one day..." and Spring Forest took a deep sensual breath, her small but pert chest and breasts heaving, and exclaimed, "And I can take every bit of it!"
"Wow! Okay then, sweety, good decision!", Joy replied to Spring Forest.
Joy turned to me and said, "Well, looks like you're goin' in alone. Still up to it?"
"Sure!" I replied enthusiastically.
"Okay then, ya skinny little sexy Alex", Joy purred as she drew me into her bosom and gave me a crushing hug, "But, you may get squished!"

Wow, I almost could not breathe due to the strength of Joy's hug.
Cleo came up to me as well and purred, "I don't know about you, girl, but I'll be gentle with him, no problem. Besides, y'all sexed me out! I'm kinda... okay right now. In fact, after the bath, I could use a nap..."
"You're okay, but I'm not!" Joy pointed out, "All this sexin' and fistin' has got me horny! So I can't promise Alex's safety!"
"Don't worry Alex" Cleo softly said to me, "I'll protect you from this blond sexual molester!"

Joy only purred and felt me over. She finally said, "Well, come on, you two! Let's do it!"
"Alex is gonna be eaten!" Spring Forest laughed.

Joy and I do that every so often; take showers together. But it was the first time with Cleo, and indeed, I did not know if it was possible even, to fit that big lady into the shower, and then two additional folks besides. But, we did it.

Joy, having fully recovered from her shock of being smacked around by her beloved Spring Forest, and, having seemingly, at last, fully eliminated her jealousy, was indeed a horny gal in the shower. Big Cleo just stood, watched and slowly bathed while Joy carried on. Joy got me going alright. Right there in front of Cleo, my back towards Cleo, in fact, leaning on her, Joy sandwiched me in between herself and Cleo, and helped herself to my erection! Yes, we sexed, rather vigorously I might add, and for quite a while too, with me leaning onto Cleo's huge bosom. That was kinda cool! Anyway, Joy somehow eeked out two more ejaculations from me, while she had a number of orgasms, possibly four or five. I nearly passed out. Cleo gently held me.

Finally, we got to showering. Joy scrubbed Cleo down then insisted upon cleaning my... uh... unit... Joy is exceedingly gentle with that, by the way. I told her what I need help with, is my back. Cleo took that.
Well, anyway, we finally wrapped that up. Upon coming out, Spring Forest, still nude, laughed and said, "What were you all doing? A conference? It got kinda loud! You all were in there an hour!"
"We did a thorough job!" Joy replied with a laugh.
"Thorough, alright", Spring Forest joked, "A thorough job of emptying Alex's balls!"
"Yeah, yeah", Joy nodded her blond head, "That was part of it!"

Spring Forest turned to Cleo and asked, "How are your ears, big lady?"
"Uh, they're fine", Cleo answered softly, not knowing what Spring Forest was driving at.
Spring Forest continued, "I just wondered if your ears were okay after being stuck in such a small place with that loud-mouthed Joy. G__, can she ever scream! Sheesh! Could hear it all over the house and outside!"
"Oh!" Cleo laughed softly, "Yeah, you're right! That little blond... Oh, maybe I shouldn't say 'little'... That blond sugar can really get loud!"
"I can't help it!" Joy asserted, "It's just that, sexing feels so dam good! And, despite it all, I heard some high pitched squeals as well. You were raping Looking Snake?"
"Oh G__ yeah!" Spring Forest exclaimed with a sensuous sigh, "I emptied his balls! There's not a drop left. He'll... be out a while. He's in my room, by the way, so he won't occupy the sofa..."
"Okay, sweety!" Joy chuckled, giving Spring Forest a quick embrace.
I always enjoy seeing that. There was big six-feet-one naked Joy, blond, golden-skinned, embracing that dark-brown, black-haired, naked petite fire-cracker. I just think it's cool.

Big, brown naked Cleo loomed huge just behind them as well. I think she was sleepy, but she had an idea...
"Can I bathe ya?" Cleo asked Spring Forest, "You're all messy with sexing juices, mine, yours and his. No fistin' or nothin', I just wanna bathe ya... I'll be gentle..."

Immediately, and I mean, immediately, Spring Forest exclaimed, "WOW! of course you can!"

Tiny Spring Forest stepped up to huge Cleo and slumped into Cleo's bosom. Cleo wrapped Spring Forest up with her huge, brown arms.
"Mmmmm!" Spring Forest moaned, "Let's go!"
"That's sweet!" Joy commented.

Joy and I let Cleo take Spring Forest to bathe her. Joy and I went to our bedroom for a nap. I slept soundly, but Joy kept waking me from time to time to feel me over, after which, she would slump back into a nap. Looked like she still had some left over horniness, but not enough, at that moment, to overcome her sleepiness.

At this point, I will turn it over to Cleo just a little, because she wants to describe her side of all this...

I won't go over sexing with Alex, and Joy's hitting me again, because Joy and Alex have already written about it. And Alex described so well, how, when Joy hit me, it just about shattered my soul. That and her screaming at me to get out of her house must have been the darkest time in my life. Thank goodness that, one, a few days earlier, a big pole I was heaving around to set it (and then put a new wind-generator on top) fell on my toe. Gol-dang that hurt! But that hurt was God looking out for me! Because, two, Alex stepped in to, sorta like, rescue me, which by the way, was no small feat of courage; if you lived with Joy, you would soon understand what I mean... But anyway, two, Alex stepped in to argue for me, and it was with the assistance of my still-swollen toe, that he was successful.

Don't underestimate Joy's punch! Just because it physically did not do much to me, although, it did produce a bruise, that is the hardest I have ever been hit. Joy is six-feet-one, and every bit as strong, or stronger, especially in her gorgeous legs and butt, than a fit man of that same height. Had I been her size, that punch would have knocked me completely over.
And any guy even thinking of raping Joy, look out for her legs (and me, now!)! I don't know if it is in this story anywhere, but in the early days of Joy's erotic dancing, she had a few scrapes with unsavory men. Most of them occurred in the parking lot of the clubs where Joy danced, always at night, when the dancing is over and the club is closing. Alex was in a habit of picking up Joy by car, sometimes rental car, depending on the situation. He used to park, you know, just in some parking-space and wait. Being late at night, early morning I should say, Alex usually listened to Coast To Coast AM, a late night to early morning (depending on time zone) talk show about the paranormal, UFO phenomenon, new forms of energy and other stuff like that which always gets Alex's (and Joy's) interest.
Once, Alex helplessly observed while a fairly well built man, with no pants and his dick jutting in the air, charged Joy, with the intent of drilling her with it. The man was stronger than Alex, but Alex came charging out anyway, with a tire-iron. But before Alex got there, Joy had activated those high-horse-power legs of hers, and slammed her knee right into that guys "fellas". He crumbled to the ground moaning loudly in pain. Joy ran, grabbed Alex and stuffed him into the car, driver's side, Joy ran around, got in and they were off.

Next night, the club's other dancers were a-buzz about some athletically endowed guy, a six-feet-three incher, that was found outside without pants or underwear, with absolutely destroyed balls. He had to be rushed away by ambulance. Of course, neither Joy nor Alex breathed a word. Nobody had any idea... maybe... that Joy did it! I asked Joy and Alex, if they heard further about that guy, and they said they never heard of it officially, but the other dancers, gossipy hens they are, mentioned his testicles were history, and everyone thought it was some kind of "gay" relationship that had gone sour. Joy said, that they said, that the guy said a man attacked him... I know, a lot of "someone saids". I don't know if Joy would have had to face a court appearance for that, even if it was for nothing more than to testify, but apparently, the guy just had too much male pride to admit, a woman had so thoroughly destroyed him. Hah, hah!

I have never had a man attack me, for obvious reasons. But in the dark, especially if one is drunk, Joy, though big, is not so big that she might never be confused with a woman of more "ordinary" build and strength. So look out!

Well, lets see, how to begin...
Well, I already have told of my beginnings and where and how I grew up. Well... I'll just blend into when I met Joy...

Alex reminded me where I left off, which was at the point I was offered and accepted the block-laying job for Spring Forest's house. I almost didn't accept it because it was such a long commute. But the other contract being offered to me was a big apartment complex with multi-stories. There would be many other construction workers, many foremen and everything. One, I like small jobs. I don't like it when so many others are around. I'm always gettin' the stares. Second, I don't like scaffoldings and working in high places. I weigh nearly 300 pounds and can carry huge weights, and I fear those scaffoldings just won't hold. I have had them collapse from me, twice. Fortunately, I didn't get hurt bad except some bruises and scrapes. So, I took the small job where I could call the shots. It would keep me on the ground, and I chose my helper.

Well, so I arrived to the site with my helper following in his vehicle, and there it was, so peaceful, surrounded by forests, enclosed and totally private from the road. The foundation slab had been poured and had set, a big pile of concrete blocks had been delivered, and everything was ready for my "magic touch".

We set up and got going. I was actually enjoying the job. I could dress the way I wanted, the air was fresh, the sky blue as can be, cool and comfortable. We were making good progress, too good almost. The job would be done quickly. I didn't want it to end. Darn my huge muscles! The helper, he was typical in that he picked up and laid one concrete block at a time. He of course, heaved at the weight of the blocks, as most folks do. But I pick 'em up like feathers, two at a time, and lay 'em straight, quickly, because I am not struggling with the weight. I lay fast.
The truck that delivers the blocks can't possibly put them within the slab itself, they have to put them close to the project. So somebody has to, every so often, haul in a big bunch of them with a, like, a wheel barrow, to where you're workin', so you're not trekking out to the delivery pile every time you lay one. This means you gotta stop layin' and go get a bunch and bring them in, a very heavy job. So, the more you can bring in at a time, the less often you have to stop and get 'em. So of course, my big muscles, and a really heavy duty wheel barrow, can bring in a big bunch at once, far more than most folks can. That speeds up the job even more.
I got to where I was purposely not fillin' the wheel barrow to as much as I could haul, because I just wanted the job to last longer. I may have been laying kinda slowly too.

Well anyway, on the first day of layin', I saw a really fit looking lady, who turned out to be Joy, kinda hangin' in the distance, like, checking on us. She left. Three days later, she came again. Admittedly the job was going a bit slow because of me. I thought she might complain. But she just hung around in the distance, strolling about, or sometimes sittin' in the grass. She was well built. I never seen a woman like that. And she was showin' skin! Big long, musclely bare legs, a teensy skirt, and what looked like to me, a spare piece of cloth for her top, I don't think this lady was going to strain America's supply of cloth! I also thought, she'd make a great brick-layer, I'd love to have her as a partner.

Well, earlier I done said I didn't start out a lesbian, and I ain't never made no claims to bein' one... but I guess, I sorta kinda are one. I'm in a odd situation anyway. I weigh 300 pounds, got all these bulgin' muscles, no man will have me... except unusual ones like Alex and maybe, Looking Snake here... and they're both pretty and sexy... like a woman...

I have to say again, I am not really fond of being referred to as "effeminant" or "pretty", but... I guess... well, I could be referred to as pretty. I mostly don't like effeminant, because that word appears to suggest a so-called "cross-dresser" which I am most certainly not. "Pretty" is okay, I suppose, as long as it is used with the right attitude. Again, I protest this society's tendency to deny men the right to express themselves in a well kept, sexually revealing manner. Joy often calls me "pretty". Well... I guess if Cleo, Joy and Spring Forest... and other lady members of "The Kin", consider me "pretty" and if that floats their boat, then so be it. Oh well, anything, as long as it grants me permission to enter their cunts!
Okay, back to Cleo...

Cleo, if Alex "butts in" again, I'll smack his pretty, sexy, effeminant butt! I'll make it a little redder, like having applied a little blush, how 'bout it? I'll make him pretty!

Yeah! That would be nice! Apply a little blush to his butt cheeks!

Well, where was I...
Oh yes, I was tellin' about my unusual situation of bein' so big and strong, most men not liking me except for Alex and Looking Snake; which they're both sexy, pretty and graceful! And effeminant! What are ya gonna do 'bout it, pretty Alex?

Cleo struck a "muscle pose" with her gigantic biceps filling with enormous power. I only quietly agreed, "Okay, okay".
"Well, let's get back to the story!" I asserted.

Okay! But you make sure you write ALL of this! Or I'll smack your butt to crimson red and make you wear one of my teensy skirts!
Now go ahead with your story, Cleo!

That sounds cute, Joy. Make him do it anyway! Spring Forest is nodding her head, and so is Looking Snake!

OKAY!

All right, now again, where was I?
Oh!
So here I am, as big and strong as a small ape, bigger and stronger than just about all men, and so, who's gonna get interested in me? Women, of course. And I think, not just lesbians. Joy and Spring Forest is "bi", but even straight women like my protective company. So... lets see... what was the point...
Oh! Yeah!
So the point is, I have gotten used to relationships with women. So, I ogled Joy perhaps as bad as any man would. I kept glancing at her anyway. Then, when I saw her sittin' in the grass, next to some bushes and cryin', well, I just had to tend to her!

I asked her what was wrong and all, she looked up at me with the prettiest green eyes that were all teary, and it was 'cause she was missin' Spring Forest. Now, that's an unusual name, but I figured it was a lady's name, so I had before me, a good lookin' gal that maybe could accept me as a... um... a lover... I suppose... like she seem to love Spring Forest. Well anyway, that's what I hoped.

So I held her and all, and man, she felt so wiry and strong. She was an arm-full! I began to get horny. I hugged her and felt her over. Then I pulled down my shorts and started rubbin' my cunt on her hip, but that scared her, so I had to back off. Anyway, later, I got her confidence.

The cute blondie started to cry again. I thought it was 'cause, I bullied her sexually. So I held her gently. She seemed to be shivering, so I held her firm and well in my breasts so she'd get warm. Anyway, that's when she told me a lot about Spring Forest and how she missed her.

I began to figure Joy had not hiked far to see us. So I wanted her to take me to her house. But she was coy about it. I wondered why. Anyway, Joy and I went on a walk down a trail. I asked her all kinds of stuff. That's when she told me she was an erotic dancer. Now why was I not surprised!? Joy asked me all kinds of stuff too. She wanted to know where I was born. Maybe she wondered how I got so big. I told her she would have to take me to her home first. Anyway, best of all, later, I got her to fist me! Oh! Goll-dang mercy! Did that ever feel good! My cunt juice messed up her arm a lot, so I stripped my top and gave it to her to use as a towel. When I stripped it, I kinda made a show of it. I was tryin' to get her attracted to me.

Joy came back that evening and led me to her home, then we had more fun. Her home was cool! She had solar panels and wind generators, there were no dogs to worry about, and she had something she calls velomobiles, a pedaled type of car, or, a layin' down bicycle with a body around it.

Well, Joy let me take a shower, and when I came out, she had supper ready. But that blond rascal showed me her fist and musclely arm, and asked if I wanted that in me; to fist me, that is. Oh my! Yes!
So she fisted the heck outa me and wore me out! Man! That feels GOOD!

I laid down on Joy's sofa feeling so relieved and fine. I got Joy to come over and lay on me, her tummy down, so I could hold her and caress her. I also wanted to show her what I could do. As she came to me, I asked her to bring a briefcase I had made sure to bring in, for use if the time was "right"; and it was right!

Joy felt so gol-dang sweet in my bosom! OH! She's a solid hunk of woman, and, and... it just felt good to me to have her laying on my front. I caressed her, rubbed or gently scratched her back, she prefers scratching, and just, generally held her and loved her. She fell asleep right on my bosom. That was so cute!

I decided I would wake her up "by pleasure". I reached to my briefcase and opened it, to bring out my stuff for doin' women. My big-ass thumb is thick and can go pretty far up a gal's hole, while my other hand diddles her cunt. I've gotten good at thumbing a gal. And that's what I did for Joy! The little darling woke up, squirming and writhing in my bosom, from the building pleasure of a orgasm I was giving her. And when she came, I got a poundin'! That lady's strong, make no mistake about it! I don't see how Alex takes it when Joy orgasms.

Well, I brought the sweety through a fearsome orgasm, after which, she calmed down and moaned and groaned in that sweet voice of hers, in complete gratification. MMM! She is just SO DAM SWEET! She reminds me of a vanilla cake! Sort of. Her cunt was drenched with her honey. I took a bunch of it on my fingers and licked at it, almost expecting it to be sweet. Well, it wasn't, of course, but... it tasted... wild... I actually liked it.

Later, I got Joy to let me lick her cunt sometimes. Even if I weren't thumbin' her. She gets horny all the time and her cunt is always gettin' wet. If no one's around, I'll get Joy to get on the floor or ground, on her hands and knees, and I lick her cunt clean. It took a bit of talking her into it to let me do that to her. But, she lets me now...

While I transcribed what Cleo was saying, Joy objected, "Cleo! Don't bring that up!"

Spring Forest responded, "Why not, Joy? That's sweet! And sexy! Hey, Cleo, you can lick my pussy anytime you want, too!"

To which, I certainly agreed! It's just that, Spring Forest is always wearin' all them clothes. She has to take 'em off first. For Joy, all she has to do is get down on her hands and knees. That bitsy skirt of hers doesn't cover anything. Anyway, half the time she goes around without the skirt, naked except for her tank-top. And that's another curious Joy thing... why does she always keep on that bitsy tank-top? Is she, like, ashamed of her boobs or something? Alex says she has always done that way. Joy's got beautiful, well-built, firm boobs. They're pretty big! They're big enough, anyway, for Joy's size. Joy just keeps sayin', that it feels more natural to her, to keep her top on. Sometimes, however, in hot weather, she will go completely naked. OH! I LOVE that!

Anyway, so I done brought Joy through a bad-ass orgasm, and then she just lay there on me, completely relaxed. I caressed her, and she fell asleep.

After a while, I heard some noise outside and then foot-steps, not sneaking foot-steps, but regular, just-coming-up-to-the-house foot-steps. I don't know why I didn't hear a car or somethin'... at that time I didn't know why I didn't hear a vehicle drive up... of course, now I do, because he was using a velomobile; but, well, anyway, so there I was with sweet Joy in my lap and bosom, and somebody was coming up to the house. Immediately I thought, "another lover!", realizing that someone as hot as Joy, is bound to have other lovers. Assuming Joy was okay with women, I didn't know if that someone was a man or woman. I almost fear a woman the most. I don't fear gettin' beat up, either by a woman or a man, 'cause I'm six-feet-nine and 300 pounds. I just fear the embarrassment and maybe messin' up Joy's relationship with someone else. A man-lover maybe couldn't figure out Joy and I were havin' lady-sex, but I would have to get some clothes on fast. And Joy was out like a light on my lap. But if that lover was a woman, oh gosh! Sparks and thunder time!

I jostled Joy awake to let her know, somebody's a comin'! I even asked Joy, "is it another lover, and if she's a woman, will she beat me up?", you know, as a joke, to get her goin'. Joy woke up alright, and exclaimed "Alex!". I didn't know if that was an Alexander, or an Alexandria. I asked Joy that, and suggested I should hide.

Joy, still dressed in her bitsy skirt and tank-top, since she doesn't have to take those off for me to thumb her, was therefore in clothes that are "ordinary" for her. After I grabbed my briefcase, she led me to a room that she said "he" would not check in, and closed me up in there. Joy told me to wait, that she would introduce me to him after a bit. Wow!, I thought.

Anyway, he came in, and listened to what went on. First, his voice was sweet. Anyway, it did not take long for him to figure out, someone was there. He saw the truck outside, and saw that a pot of stew, that Joy had made for me, was big enough for a crowd, which is what one has to cook when cooking for me. I eat enough for two or three people!

He said some things about electronics something-or-other, and then Joy began to tell him about me. I was surprised how honest she was about everything, and, it didn't bother him! He even was enthusiastic about Joy's "new friend".
Then Joy began to describe me to him. Gosh! Such terms! Sweet Joy!

She said I was the biggest muscle woman she had ever seen! She said my boobs are as big as basket balls and said my tits are inch and a half big! I kinda was examining myself while she said these. She said I'm six-feet-eight tall and weigh almost 300 pounds. Joy's estimation of me is pretty much correct. I am six feet and nine inches tall, not including my full-bodied hair, and I weigh around 290 to 320 pounds, depending on... whatever. Although I purposely let myself carry a little extra pounds, it is for "smoothing out" my muscles so I don't look that much like a monster woman! Anyway, this extra amount varies a bit over time. Generally speakin' though, I am 300 pounds, most of it muscle.

I thought it was cool that Joy described my skin as "beautiful cocoa brown"; so what am I, a chocolate girl? I just thought that was cute. She described my hair as "mid-night black" and looking like a typical stereotype of "Cleopatra".
It was cute how Joy "warned" Alex that I was completely naked and NOT to become my special lover. Sweet sounds from Alex indicated to me, he heard, understood and obeyed his gorgeous blond Mistress!

Joy finally told me to come on out.

I came out, and I saw next to Joy, the, well, prettiest man I have ever seen! He is no big ape, that's for sure. But he was lean, had a nice ass, flat tummy and... and, like, well kept... if you know what I mean... pretty and clean... and only wearin' a white bikini like thing that barely covered any of him, and with a mesh back that made his sexy, curvy, luscious butt even sexier! My gosh! My cunt swelled up and started leakin' stuff, and I craved to push him down and masturbate on him! OHH! He was sexy! And sweet!

And... and, as I approached, he actually sorta like, hid behind Joy! Like, seeked her protection! Oh! That was so darling! OH! I really wanted to pick him up and play with him... sorta speak... right then and there! But, I knew I better not!

Joy invited me to spend the night, offering that room that I later found out to be her beloved Spring Forest's room. She fed me a hearty meal and everything else. I was naked the whole time and lovin' it! That Alex was looking me over the whole evening, but stuck close to his protective Joy. My cunt just about drove me nuts, but I ignored it.

For the rest of the evening, I told Joy about my background, history and stuff, after which, we sort of then went to bed. I enjoyed sleeping in the same room her little Spring Forest sleeps in when she is visiting. As I lay there waiting to sleep, I almost felt I could feel her energy remnants, left behind in the room.

Well, that's about it. And of course, I think Spring Forest is just absolutely precious! Anyway, any more would just be saying again what Joe and Joy already described so well.

Not much work was accomplished for the rest of that day. It was all sex, cuddling and just enjoying each other. We all hiked around and generally did nothing of importance.

Among the hikes taken, was a hike to Spring Forest's new house. Her house was days from completion. It only awaited cleaning and inspection. It was a nice one, indeed. Small but cozy. Spring Forest said she and Looking Snake would stay until the house was complete, and then begin moving in.

Indeed, a few days later, everything was done and the keys handed over. Spring Forest and Looking Snake then stayed there, while Cleo got all of Spring Forest's room. Cleo missed sharing the room with Spring Forest. But of course, Spring Forest's house is a mere 3000-foot-hike away. Spring Forest profusely invited Cleo to stay at her house whenever she wanted. That resulted in Cleo essentially having two homes that she could stay in.

Unfortunately however, Spring Forest had only a limited time off from her ballet company. She had come hurriedly after claiming "an urgent family matter" and now had to return. As always, when Spring Forest leaves, Joy missed her greatly. It pains me to see the normally bright-faced Joy moping around, but this time, I had Cleo to help me get Joy through it.

As days turned to weeks and then into a month or so, and after several hikes to Spring Forest's house and even living in it sometimes to do minor cleaning and mowing the lawn, Cleo began to feel, she too would like to build her own house. She gave these reasons...

I'm such a big gorilla... I eat like a starving horse, and everyplace I go, I fill up with my huge... self. The floor creeks, the chairs creek, I even broke a couple and, even, broke a main support in the sofa, which resulted in its sagging in the middle. I fixed it, and even affixed an extra "foot" to the center to help support my huge weight.
Also, I get the feeling... Even though Joy has conquered the most part of her jealousy, I still think that... a little separation... just... a little space between us... might be a good thing...
By itself, I would not base moving out to my own house only on that... but given all the other things... I think, for example, it would be just as well Joy did not see any evidence, at all, of me working out with weights. When she comes in the barn, where I exercise, to tell me breakfast is ready, she will often come in while I am in the middle of a lift. My huge muscles will be bulging like the hell, I'm sweating, and just... I must look like a monster to her. I know she is envious of my muscles. I notice she never sends Alex out anymore. Alex likes to feel my muscles sometimes, but I never let him unless Joy is not around. And when she is not around, I feel I am cheating her. Alex always gets an erection when he feels my biceps and stuff, and that gets me horny. Then we end up sexing. Joy is okay... more or less... with my sexing with Alex. But I get the feeling that... she would just as soon not have the sexing come as a result of him getting horny over my muscles. That makes her jealous, I'm almost sure.

I just think that for many little reasons, it might be best for me to move out to my own house... And in the manner of Spring Forest... that is, only a few thousand feet away.

I had enough money to have a house just like Spring Forest's built, and at that, could even save some off the cost by doin' my own block laying. But I could not afford, without a bank loan, which all of us hate, the house and some kind of land, preferably with acreage. So, with some hesitation, I asked Joy what kind of deal she could give me on about five acres just behind Spring Forest's land. Joy happily offered it to me for free! She would just deed it over to me. This is what she done for Spring Forest. She offered another twenty acres for me, but, thinking that she already gave up twenty acres of her land to Spring Forest, another twenty acres would bring up to forty acres of her land just given away. Joy assured me it is all dense woods anyway, and so, why not? After some back and forth, and after repeated assurances from Joy that it is okay, and of course, certainly my allowing of Joy to use "my" land, I went ahead and accepted her offer. Gosh, she is SO sweet!

We ordered up a survey, and Joy and I went to the county office to deed the land over to me. By the way, the "shape" of both Spring Forest's and my land is exactly 1-by-2 rectangular. That is, two times longer than the width. And, the long dimension extends away from the road. My land then went another 1-by-2, twenty acres in. In another way of putting it, think of square, ten-acre parcels, four of them, lined up in a row from the road inward. That would put my house a good 1500 feet or more from the road. Privacy-plus, man! Spring Forest's house is at the end of an eight-hundred-foot dirt driveway which is somewhat S-shaped. That prevents anyone from seeing down the driveway to the house. All one sees from the highway is a dirt road and woods. Spring Forest's house is 500 straight-line feet from the road.

My driveway continued behind Spring Forest's house another several hundred feet. By the way, my driveway follows the foot-trail Joy and I took on that hike, on the first day we met, to where the sweet sugar fisted me so hot! The foot trail was widened by bull-dozer, that's all.

I cleared out less of a yard for my house than Spring Forest did. I like the closeness of the woods. It's so... mysterious... Like, I sit in a yard chair in the evening, staring into the blackness of the forest, and I can just imagine or visualize the spirits and elementals that must live within it. And, it's like, a system, sort of a machine, set into motion and functionality gazillions of years ago by some... intelligence! It weren't people, that's for sure. Call it God, or, like us Indians, The Creator, or just, the "intelligent consciousness of the universe". To stare into that dark forest and contemplate it... It's so cool!

And, finally, speaking of me bein' an Indian; I kinda need my own place so I can invite the various folks of my Indian relatives, you know... Don't forget, even though I'm always goin' around tryin' to look like Cleopatra, I am, however, most likely, an Indian. I would like to invite my Parents who adopted me, my brother and sister, and any number of others.

And a few words from Joy about this...

Okay, okay; like, I've been a royal ass about this! Spring Forest helped me destroy most of my jealousy, but... um... yes... residues of it remain. Yes, I had been goin' out myself to tell Cleo breakfast is ready... Actually, later, Cleo just told me to never mind telling her; she will just come in when ready, and, even, don't even make breakfast for her, she said she will do it herself. But... yet, I love her, and I want to make breakfast for her... and inform her when it is ready so she can decide whether or not to hurry and wrap up exercise to get it while it's hot. Well, anywho, I ain't been sendin' Alex out there... uh... I guess, for the reasons Cleo said (above). When I go out there, yes, I see some mighty big muscles bulging sometimes, and feel that jealousy try to get started again. But, the "energy" that Spring Forest left me slaps it down, fortunately... That and the memory of Spring Forest's one-two slaps she gave me. Ooowee! That little gal's strong. And hot!

Strange, when I see that Cleo is horny, and Alex looks like he could use some action, I will sometimes invite him to go sex with Cleo. Doesn't bother me at all. But... if Alex gets horny over Cleo because of a muscle-display that she does, that bothers me. A class-A envy-bitch, aren't I?

I find Cleo's reasons about her "filling up space" and "breaking the furniture" kinda funny, and assured her she need not leave for that...
By the way, at the first word of leaving out of her mouth, I exploded into a profusion of begging and assurances that she can stay; until she finally got out past me, the fact that she merely wanted to do like Spring Forest; get a bit of my land and build a simple house on it. That was fine by me! She wanted me to give her a good price on five acres. But I gladly gave her twenty. I love Cleo! I want her to stay. But, she is a really big gal, and just maybe, needs a good, sturdy cement-block house built upon a concrete slab to take that leviathan! My house is old, has a lot of add-ons that were done over the decades by the previous owners, and just; has seen better days. Indeed, everywhere that Cleo goes, you can actually feel everything kinda tilting toward her. And the floors creek like the hell everywhere she walks. It's kinda funny, actually, but perhaps, indicative of the need of, quite frankly, a sturdier, "young tough" of a house. Cleo will be able to put her entire weight-lifting stuff into one of the rooms, where it will be on a level, concrete floor. It'll stay clean, not rust, and Cleo will have air-conditioning if it gets hot; which it most certainly does here in Missouri, during about two and a half months of summer; make no mistake about it.

I guess, then, Cleo will indeed have to make breakfast herself... although I could run it to her, like a little delivery service restaurant. I'd be glad to!

So, she would have her own nice little place, heavily wooded, secluded acreage, and... well, just a wee bit of isolation or buffering between us all, that will insure that my stupid jealousy does not get out of control again. I really love Cleo. I wanna make her feel good... with my fist, that she likes, and letting Alex sex with her. And making meals for her and stuff...

So I easily, willingly, and with no thinking about it at all, most certainly, almost like, automatically, gave her twenty acres of her own. When she insisted on only five acres, and paying something for it, I joked like, I'll refuse her the services of my fist, unless she accepts twenty free acres from me! That did it!

So I deeded the land to her, after I paid for the survey. I lied to Cleo that I could get the survey done free because of certain deals with my Parents and the survey company. Well... I guess she knows it now. But it's too late! If she wants to pay me back, I'll threaten her with not fisting her no more. Isn't it so cool, the way I can control that giant bitch with just my fist and forearm? Ooo! Gives me a sexual zing!

So, we did all that, and Cleo got the house started. Indeed, she did her own block laying and so, saved a bit.
Another thing I added, is I suggested the hacking and mowing out of a private, secluded foot trail. It would parallel the highway but some 500 feet removed from it. The trail would go the 2000 feet from my house to Spring Forest's house, which then of course, would connect via driveway, to Cleo's house. That way, we would not have to walk along side the highway, and thus, have to dress. I get so tired of men hooting at me from their cars as they pass by, or, bitches hooting at Alex. And Cleo just likes to go buck naked all the time. This way, with the trail, none of us would have to get dressed. Nice for summer, when even I go completely naked, and Alex wears the bare-minimum g-string, which shows all his scrumptious butt; not cool for walking along side the highway. That way, we could just hike to and from Cleo's house, my house, and Spring Forest's house, anytime and anyway we wanted. Cleo enthusiastically agreed.

Cleo's big muscles and a large machete were the only things needed to do the job. The trail wound around a bit, because, being the environmentalists that we are, we like to minimally impact the forest, that we all feel is "collectively alive". We only hacked away sticker bushes, and uprooted only a few roots of, mostly sticker bushes, here and there, and mowed it. We didn't remove anything major.
Like I said, Cleo did the "heavy lifting"; she hacked away the bushes with a large, heavy machete that I could barely lift, and uprooted stumps with pick-ax and shovel. Those huge muscles of hers makes that kind of work go fast and, seemingly easy. Alex did the mowing. I... bossed around everybody else; I'm the "taskmistress"; it kinda makes me horny. Aren't I the basket case? What a total bitch!

Joy said above, "Isn't it so cool, the way I can control that giant bitch with just my fist and forearm?...". Does Cleo mind Joy calling her a "bitch", and, does she admit to that... control?

Sweet Joy can call me "bitch", or anything else she wants! I would suggest calling me "fucking bitch", but, from her, it's all okay! And yes, sweet-sugar Joy controls me with her love, and yes, her fist. Permission to sex with Alex is a nice perk as well. I'll do anything she says; my muscles are her muscles!

Wow! My goodness!

Well, indeed, the house was built, in only a couple months, and under budget. Cleo used more of her money and her own knowledge of concrete and her own muscles to pave with cement the portion of her driveway that passes through Spring Forest's yard. Cleo had the driveway jogging sharply to the left, skirting through the extreme left (oriented with one's back facing the highway, or, facing the front of Spring Forest's house) of Spring Forest's yard, then jogging sharply back to the right, then continuing on back to Cleo's house, another 800 or more feet back there. Cleo paved the right and left jog portions and the part on the extreme left of Spring Forest's yard. She also paved out the remaining thirty feet or so of Spring Forest's driveway on up to her garage. And as a finishing touch, Cleo added concrete curbs to all of it, to neatly border off the driveways from Spring Forest's well manicured yard.

Spring Forest had "sodded" grass placed on her yard. It was brought on trucks on big pallets. Workers, joined by Cleo, laid the sod-squares onto Spring Forest's yard.

Cleo did not plant any such sod. She merely completely cleared a tiny yard, and let the natural grasses, wild-flowers and small weeds come in. She kept it mowed, that's all. Sometimes she would let areas of wild-flowers stand. Cleo says she likes nature's children in her yard. They require no care, nature takes care of them. The toil not, neither do they spin.

Kind of funny is, when the house and driveways were completed, Cleo found the jogs were too sharp. Her big pickup truck could not negotiate the corners and so the truck's big rear wheels kept tromping on Spring Forest's grass at the corners. Cleo corrected this by breaking some of the curbs, and paving with concrete a triangular area that would receive the truck's wheels on those tight turns. She rebuilt the curbing and, it was thus corrected.

After things were settled, some talk did start up about Cleo finding her own "special man", which is our (us members of "The Kin") way of saying, to find someone for marriage.
Cleo?...

Well, I kinda sorta just wanna be married to Joy... or Alex... But gosh, they're so... tight, they're really made for each other. Joy suggested that other block layer that had been with me. She mentioned his being slender and all. Well, a man being slender does not necessarily make him a member of "The Kin".

Since he did show interest in me, I invited him over. After some time with him, and even getting him to spend the night, I have come to the conclusion, that he is merely awed by me, and not really comfortable with a woman my size. Where Looking Snake and Alex take to me like a duck takes to water, he was obviously a little nervous about really getting down for sexing with me. So, I was basically just a curiosity to him. On top of that, he owns a dog, although it is just a smaller, friendly type, and thinks messing around with solar energy is a waste of time. Does all that sound like a member of "The Kin"? Certainly not.

As I said before, I would start, and I did start, inviting my various relatives and friends from Montana and that Indian reservation. So far, I have not found any possibilities there, although they are all very pleased with the type of home I have made for myself.
When any of them are here, especially my Parents or any older folks, I have to curtail my, um, activities with Joy and Alex. When the relatives leave, which always makes me sad, I descend upon Joy and Alex for an almost explosive release of sexing. If any of my relatives stay a long time, I sneak sex with Joy or Alex while I am doin' farm work with them. None of this kind of doin' would have to be done while someone of "The Kin" was visiting.

Then there are the many friends that Joy and Spring Forest have met over the decades. They are indeed, the most promising. The men that have been presented to me are all enthralled by me, and give me all the types of companionship and sexing I like. They fist me, and sex me energetically, and do not fear me at all.

However, so far, they have all been so... fragile, I feel like I have to be careful with them.
Alex is the biggest and heaviest so far... The thing about Alex is, his numerous Earth incarnations... as I have been told by Spring Forest. His soul is slowly getting the "stamp of Earth" or the "Earth male conditioning"; he wants to be physically strong and all. Fortunately, he has not yet acquired this "male dominance" crap that so infects most... shall I say, Earth-soul-males. Alex really is the only male of "The Kin" who exercises intensely. Every day, he is on his weights, along side sweet Joy, and like me. Looking Snake exercises, including some weight-lifting, for his ballet. But other male members of "The Kin" are just fit, but not really musclely, like Alex or Looking Snake. They all tend to have this sexy, perhaps effeminant form that I like, but none I have seen so far, look strong enough to take my pounding. Joy says there is a male of "The Kin" she knows that is as big as Alex and works out with weights. But she has lost track of him. She continues to search "The Kin grape-vine" for him.

And, by the way, the guy Cleo is referring to, is the guy I was talking about somewhat earlier, that gets a little jealous of me when I sex his Mistress. He is my size, works out, and cycles a lot with his Mistress, both on bicycles and in velomobiles.
By the way, it appears that we members of "The Kin" give those European velomobile makers a lot of business. I wish someone would manufacture them here, or in Canada, so we don't have to deal with those expensive over-seas shipping charges. Velomobiles are already expensive enough.

Well, and again, above, there goes someone describing me and men like me as "effeminant". But Cleo said something curioius; "They all tend to have this sexy, perhaps effeminant form that I like..." Okay, now just what is that?

It's y'all's general body build! Most men, even fit ones, and certainly the big-ape types, look top-heavy, like they're about to tip. You and other guys that turn out to be of "The Kin", have a better balance of upper body to lower body. Y'all's hips are a bit wider, not like women of course, but, just a little wider, legs are bigger and more supple, y'all's butts are luscious looking, and y'all's upper body is not so, so... like a big trunk or something. And y'all are slim, and just look sexy and, and... more better esthetically built!

Yeah! Like Joy said. And y'all are just sexy!

Hmm. It appears women of "The Kin" have a somewhat different "map" or "ideal archetypical reference" of the male as opposed to purely "Earth-soul" women. Oh well, thank goodness for that!

Back to Cleo's house and Spring Forest's house; All this building of Cleo's house and the driveways around her yard were done while Spring Forest was not there. We had emailed her about those plans, and it was all okay with her. Spring Forest suggested Cleo could just live with her, but, if the big gal wants her own place, of course it is okay. Obviously, Spring Forest adores Cleo, and spends time with her whenever Spring Forest visits. Now, why doesn't Joy get jealous of that?.

Well, anyway; but interestingly, when we asked about where to put solar panels that Spring Forest gave us the funds for, for her house, she replied asking if it was possible to set them up in Joy's area, in the unused, kind of, wildish, areas out and around Joy's house. Of course Joy said yes, but asked me if it would be possible. I replied only if you run the 120 volts from the inverters the 2000 feet or so to her house. You do NOT want to run 12 volts such a distance. But, I asked of Joy, why Spring Forest wanted to do it that way?

"The sweety has a nice, neat little yard. She doesn't want it cluttered", Joy lovingly replied.

Huh. I just thought that was interesting. How sort of like, queenly of Spring Forest. She wants the solar energy, but not the mess.
There was a slight practical consideration though. Spring Forest's house is surrounded by high, mature trees. Her house gets a lot of shade, and it moves around throughout the day. That would definitely be a challenge for the solar-panel setup. The area around Joy's house has a lot of mature trees, but plenty of area where solar panels can be set up in the open.
Also, running a solar energy system is, quite frankly, somewhat of a hassle. With the system located where Joy and I are, I could tend to the system. In effect, we are Spring Forest's private power company.

Setting up the solar panels for Cleo's house would definitely have to be done in Joy's acreage. Cleo's house has complete shade, all day. Her house is surrounded by the huge mature trees of the forest. But her simple ways required less of a system. Cleo offered to tend to it, if I would just teach her how.

We built Cleo's solar energy system first, since she was living there at the time, versus Spring Forest who was still away most of the time, pursuing her ballet career.

Again, Cleo's knowledge of concrete and her muscles came in handy for the building of a simple little concrete block hut to house the batteries and inverters of both Cleo's and Spring Forest's systems. The huts were ventilated and built under the shade of trees so the inverters would not fry in the summer. Winter, no problem. Inverters like it cold. Batteries can freeze, however, insulating the inside of the hut plus closing the ventilators held in the heat from the inverters, keeping the batteries warm.

Finally, I made it possible to interconnect all three systems; ours, Cleo's and Spring Forest's, so that any having a surplus of energy could assist one having a deficit.

So, Spring Forest's house and Cleo's house have no connection to the power lines from the highway. None were ever strung. Telephone lines were buried, with Cleo digging the ditch for the telephone company to save money. This was all good for, not only the appearance, but for short-wave reception, a hobby of mine. With no pesky power line static, either directly from the power line or "carried in" on the telephone line, a sensitive short-wave receiver can really "reach out" and pull in the world.

I just wish we could finally "kick out" the power line from Joy's house. All of us, Joy, Cleo and Spring Forest, are doing a sort of "installment plan" with the solar panels, kind of like purchasing one more, for each of us, per month. Over time, we will have so much solar, that we will finally be able to order the power company to take everything down, and that will remove that pesky static for good. Power payments are already very low for us, some months have none. But, being the radio-nut that I am, getting rid of the power lines and their static would certainly be nice.
Telephone lines are nasty little buggers about "conducting" power line static in. With solar and wind energy, one might get the power line out of their lives, but, everyone has to have telephone, it carries the Internet... Yeah, a geeky thing to say. But even considering just the basic telephone, that is almost a necessity. Doing without a basic telephone is a huge hassle! Joy and I have done it. Joy's insistence on living in the wilderness as much as possible, has brought us to places that do not have telephone lines at all, and no hope for any (because of the expense and because it was a rental). Believe me, it is no fun!
But those dogone telephone lines parallel power lines for hundreds of miles, pick up the static and bring it into the house! To get rid of it, the telephone lines have to be buried, and have radio frequency filtering on both ends, where it leaves the telephone trunk line at the highway, and just before entering the house. The telephone company charges more for the filtering during install (one time install fee only). But to a radio-nut, it's worth it.

I ended up, for a while, setting up my short-wave radio stuff at Spring Forest's unused house. I would remove it when Spring Forest retires from dancing and moves in permanently. I was going to set it up at Cleo's house, but facial features and body language from Joy discouraged that. Besides, Cleo's house is surrounded by trees. Her house is literally in a little hole in the canopy of the forest. So there is no room for the antenna. And that is another thing. Spring Forest will probably not like my antenna at her house. But of course, like I just said, I will remove it all when she moves in permanently.

Spring Forest is such a perv. She comes on visits, usually every few months. Joy said "leave your stuff there, she'll be okay with it." She was okay, all right; She told me, I can leave that unsightly antenna up, and even have that room, if I let Looking Snake do male on male stuff with me while she watches. She also wanted Cleo to come over, and watch me sex with her. G_d! What a perv! And Joy is no help.
I take down the freakin' antenna whenever Spring Forest comes. I leave the short-wave rig there, but only with the deal, that at least, Cleo and I have sex in front of Spring Forest. Oh, and with Joy too, but that goes without saying; it is just assumed she is going to watch Joy and I do it. And it is assumed that I will sex with Spring Forest. Spring Forest also wants to watch me masturbate. Those are just barely okay with me. But no freaking way for the male stuff. Joy scolds me about that, saying "You can never incarnate on 'Shasheer' again with that attitude!"
Oh well, I'll cross that bridge if and when it presents itself to me.

Advancing, now, a couple or so years bringing us to the first couple years of the 2000s, we see Joy's Farm and Cleo and all of us doing okay. Spring Forest began the formation of none other than a ballet school in an old but large and well-visited mall in a town not far from the farm. This finally allowed them to settle down into their home that had awaited them these years.

Just think of it; Spring Forest as a ballet instructor; man! With that lithe, gorgeous body of hers, her strong, aggressive and bubbling personality, she must make one heck of a ballet instructor. And Looking Snake assists sometimes. Now, that brought about an interesting situation...
I was not going to include this at first, but, it is a kind of curious little development, so I thought it might be interesting...

You know how in ballet, the males often lift, swing around, or otherwise manipulate the female partner? Well, as mentioned before, Spring Forest and Looking Snake, being the tightly bound pair that they are, have an interesting flip of that, where Spring Forest does all the lifting, swinging around and everything else of Looking Snake.
Now, however, in the typical ballet class, when they progress to that kind of stuff, everyone (the students, I suppose, that is) expects the male to be doing the lifts. But in Spring Forest's classes, Spring Forest must demonstrate using Looking Snake. So, she has the difficulty of sort of like, turning it around for the students. Women have to train on how to be lifted, as well as the men being trained on how to safely, assuredly and artistically lift a woman.
Spring Forest is well trained and experienced in being lifted. All throughout her career, eighty percent of the time she is the one being lifted in a show. As mentioned before, the choreographers did, with some difficulty, weave in her unique act of lifting Looking Snake around. But Spring Forest was unable to get any of the male ballet dancers she was with to join her as assistant instructor in her school. They lived in different areas, had other retirement plans, and on and on. So, in the mean time, she lifted Looking Snake and had to explain the reversed rolls.

Well, Spring Forest came to me to train me, of all people, in ballet! She wished to get me to the level where I would be lifting her in the acts. She basically wanted me to be the assistant in demonstrating this to the students.

She explained, it is not urgently necessary, but let's face it; the great majority of the students expect a male to be doing the lifts. It appears the students are as much as shocked, sometimes, when they see Spring Forest doing the lifts with Looking Snake. I can not personally understand being "shocked" by seeing this, but, I'm a Shasheerian soul still, despite all the Earth incarnations; to me, strong women are as natural as rain.

Well, you can imagine the hooha from Joy and Cleo when Spring Forest made the suggestion of training me for ballet. Good grief! I told those two pervs (Joy and Cleo) that ballet is art, not some bump-and-grind sex show. But they enthusiastically pushed me into it.

I tried to explain to them that, good grief, I'm in my fifties for Pete's sake. My joints are not so good any more.
Joy responded, "Aw, don't give us that old-man-shit! You're aging as slowly as the rest of us. You've got the body of a 29-year-old! DO IT!!!"

"Gulp!" Well, when Joy orders me like that, I have no choice.
But I tried one last-ditch effort to wiggle out of it; I suggested Spring Forest trains the six-feet-one, 190 to 200 pound Joy in ballet, train her in the lifts, then disguise her as a male ballet instructor assistant for the classes.
For that transgression, Joy forced me to wear one of her micro-skirts, no underwear, along with one of her skimpy tank-tops all day long. Oh man, did the rest of those pervs ever carry on about that! Sheesh! Spring Forest and Looking Snake called me "Miss" all day. Only Cleo showed a little mercy, sort of. When the other three were involved in other activities, Cleo escorted me quietly to her house. She "let" me take off the skirt and top... and that's it. I was nude in her house. I literally became "food" for her "other" mouth; those big set of lips between her legs. Oh well, she took real good care of me and was warm and gentle.

So I began the ballet training with Spring Forest the next day.
I simply wore my usual g-string or brief bikini. The leotards and other ballet accouterments would come later.
Basic ballet training was done in Spring Forest's living room. It had been equipped for it. She had a good stereo for the music, the area was clear, there was no carpet, and she had "The Bar" for "exercices à la barre (eg-zehr-SEESS a lah bar)". Those are the stretching and limbering up type exercises done by ballet dancers, whether they be trainees or graduated amateurs or professionals. They must be done before any class or performance. And let me tell you from experience, they are necessary, especially at my age!

Inside I learned basic ballet steps and movements. In "exercices au milieu" or center-of-the-floor practice (away from the bar), I learned "relevè (ruhl-VAY)" or raising, "fondu (fawn-DEW)" or sinking, "glissade (glee-SAD)" or gliding, "pirouette (peer-WET)" or spinning and other interesting, joint-challenging things. (I also had to learn some French!) I was pressured to practice or exercise to the point where my "turn out", (en-dehors) was 90 degrees or close to it. Turn-out is the ability to turn each foot up to 90 degrees from respect of the hip. Ouch! That's gonna hurt come winter! At my age, the best I could achieve is 80 or so degrees. It would have to do. With the primary focus being making me into a demonstrating assistant, Spring Forest considered that sufficient... fortunately!

As we progressed to things like, Couru (koo-REW)or running, sautèe (soh-TAY)or jumping, pirouette en l' air (peer-WET ahn lehr) spinning or whirling in the air, we had to do it outside. Spring Forest's back yard had a patio with a finished surface that was used by Spring Forest and Looking Snake, and now, me, for ballet practice outside. I was then indeed progressed to the lifting and manipulating of Spring Forest. Ballet requires high ceilings, (or the sky), that's for sure.

I did not know I could do it. But Spring Forest's energetic and special touch did it. But it was kind of cool. And it was really nice manipulating Spring Forest's nimble, springy, firm body around. It kind of gave me some "hardening", every so often, I have to admit.
Make no mistake about it, I am not and probably never will be any kind of "big name" ballet dancer, but Spring Forest got me to a level that indeed, she was able to use me to demonstrate those techniques in her classes.

It is not like I had to do it all the time. Her classes would have, like, chapters or units of study, which, at certain points, the lifts and that sort of thing would come in. And what was even more interesting, Spring Forest had me doing lifts and such with the lady students. Every so often, some pretty big gals would be encountered. But the way the lifts are done, is such that momentum and leverage are used, so I was able to manipulate a fairly well built lady, as much as five-feet-ten and 140 pounds.

I asked Spring Forest one time, what if a really big gal was to progress to the point of being ready to train for ballet with a male partner, and so begin the unit on being lifted, ported and so on. She thought a minute and replied, "I have never seen... a ballet dancer; lady that is; more than 150 pounds. Now, not all of them go into being lifted, carried and all of that. Once they progress to that level, they may begin to specialize into selected areas of ballet that does not involve being the subject of lifts. That 140-pound one; that's the biggest I've seen go into training for being the subject of lifts."

Hmm, just kind of interesting little mental tid-bits to ponder.
Well anyway, in between times that I would be called upon for those "units" of practice, I was to maintain my training at home, or that is, Spring Forest's yard.
So there I was, in leotards and all, every few months, lifting Spring Forest and other great looking ladies. Man, sometimes one has to be forced into something that they later turn out to like.

I wondered about Looking Snake through all this. There I was, lifting and manipulating his lady around, something he could not very well do. But, as said before, he had not one jealous bone in his body. He watched me train with Spring Forest, and he seemed okay with all of it. Sometimes after my exercises with Spring Forest, he would pester me for male-with-male "activities"; which I just could not do. I am sorry, but that is something I can not get comfortable with. So it seems it does not bother him at all. Also, he is still the real "assistant ballet instructor" with Spring Forest. I am more accurately described as a demonstration assistant. Looking Snake's understanding and ability with ballet certainly far exceeds mine.

Spring Forest's ballet classes did well. She even moved to a larger facility, but still in the same mall. So finally, Spring Forest and Looking Snake were settled in with us to stay.

This also completes my spiel about being "drafted" into ballet. I was not going to include this at first, but it was an interesting little diversion as this story moves through its closing stages, so I included it.

Oh yes, and let me quickly throw in this; Spring Forest had me build the big speakers and design and wire the high power stereo amplifier used in her classes to project the music. She could not find a lower priced stereo that sounded well, and did not want to spend the huge amounts of money on a real good one... that is, when she could get me to build one inexpensively. It still got a little expensive because I had to use a lot of expensive materials (large amounts of ¾-inch plywood) and expensive speakers for the speaker system. That kind of thing is definitely down my alley, and so was easy for Spring Forest to get out of me. But oh, getting me into ballet took some doing.

Well... Let's see...
I do believe that just about does it. Bringing us up to something like 2005, I guess I will consider this account more or less complete.

So we have Joy and I living in the old house; I believe parts of it are almost 100 years old. Joy's Parents are just two or three miles down the road, to the west. We continue to farm, and seem to be chugging along okay. Thank goodness and the heavens that we, and Joy's Parents, have no mortgage. We would not be nearly as relaxed with a mortgage hanging over us like a sword of Damocles, eating up our income. I contemplate this situation sometimes...

I think of all the fussing, the fuming, the carrying on that so many moralistic morons make over adult book-stores, clubs and websites, and then consider, it was Joy's sexy, lewd, lustful bumping and grinding, and sometimes masturbating on stage that got us to this wonderful point of life that we are in now. Hmm, hmm, hmm!

I swear... I mean, really... Come on Earth people, just how much harm can the adult clubs be? They provide incomes and livelihoods for a lot of people, and do not harm anybody. Get rid of your godam big dogs, then talk about the clubs. Gees!

Well, I better get off that subject before I start ranting and raging again. I just get so sick and tired of this pseudo-moralistic crap. And it has gotten worse since that godam 9-11 shit! Agh!
Okay, okay, yes, I better stop...

Okay, now, where was I... Oh yes; So, okay, Joy and I are fine, and as described above, Spring Forest has a nice, thriving ballet-class business with a little help from, uh, me. Cleo continues to sort of look for a special man, but other than that, she's happy.
She loves reclining in a yard-chair, as the sun sets and it darkens, staring into the blackness of the dense forest around her home.

Okay... Let's see... I don't know how to end this; as I said way in the beginning, none of us are writers. I am the closest to being a writer among all of us.
I tell you what, I will turn it over to Cleo and then Joy, and then just kind of leave it open. I will update from time to time if anything important (or unusually kinkily sexy) happens. So... for now, that's it!
Cleo, Joy, the "screen", so to speak, is yours...

Well, I'm like Alex, I don't know what to say in conclusion, except that I'm very happy here. I live in this wonderful wilderness place, I am merely a few hundred feet from that sweet, cute Spring Forest, and a few thousand feet away from that luscious sugar, Joy and her luscious man. My cunt hungers all the time for either of them; or Spring Forest and Looking Snake.

I sort of continue to search for a special man, but gees, I love Alex and Joy so much. I ain't in no hurry. Just, I'll let it happen when it happens. Meanwhile, I see Alex and Joy everyday, and work as part of their farm. I love it!

Every so often, I am requested by some show or another, to come on and, you guessed it, be the over-grown, female gargantuan amazon freak that I am. They do comparisons with me, have me flex my muscles, lift stuff and so on. Some shows are apparently for X-rated cable channels or productions because they let me strip naked. Others I guess are more milder, because I have to dress in standard exercise clothes to appear. Whatever, as long as it pays.

Joy still dances every so often, whenever she needs a chunk of money for some special something. She still has it, make no mistake about it. That big hunk of sweetness can knock your socks off, if you're wearin' any.

Well, that's about it from me. What do you say, when it's gonna be in a book or somethin'; like... Good bye? Okay, so...
Good bye y'all! See ya!

Well, I'm gonna be an old stick-in-the-mud as the only one kinda like, complaining around here.
First, I don't like what's goin' on with farming. Too much regulation and bull-shit comin' down from the big-farm corporations. Engineered corn, seeds that won't germinate so that you have to keep gettin' 'em from some dam big corporation, and the insertion of radio identification chips in live-stock, any live-stock, that you might wanna farm. I don't have any myself, but my Parents run a few cows. They don't mind registerin' 'em like that, 'cause, that gives 'em a chance to say that they're raised organically; which makes 'em much more valuable. Looks like folks like everything organically raised now-a-days, and, I don't blame them, what with all the dam prions and shit floatin' around because of feeding ground up dead live-stock to cows. Dam stupid shit-headed big corporations! So, I'm mad about that shit, and now, my dancing here locally is bein' screwed up.

The goddam, lilly-livered moralistic shit-heads that like to control everybody else, is makin' it harder and harder for adult clubs to stay in business. One already closed and relocated in another state. Now I have to commute a much longer ways when I wanna dance for some extra money. And that one is under fire. What happened to Americans after that shit-fuckin' 9-11 crap anyhow!? Gees! Every kind of paranoia there is, is goin' on. And our freedoms are bein' scrapped.

Someone Cleo knows, a part-Indian named Blue Beaver, is thinkin' about movin' to Colorado, to San Luis Valley. He is into cooperation between people; he calls it, "all things common" or something. He's also into this and that prophecy. He even runs an Internet show about it.

Anyway, Blue Beaver lives in southwest Missouri, and he says folks are too religious and set in their views, or something like that. They are inflexible. Like, tell me about it! He said he received a vision to move to San Luis Valley of Colorado. Cleo told me about it. So he's thinkin' about it and lookin' into it.

So, I don't know about that. Should we move to San Luis Valley or not... How the heck do you move a farm? That would be an operation. That place gets awfully hot in summer. Well, I don't think I'll be doin' that, not based on some vision from somebody else. Cleo puts a lota stock into it, though.

I wish I could find a way to not have to farm for a livin', so I don't have to put up with all this bull-shit that's comin' from the big farming corporations. One way would be to sell the farm and live off the interest that the money from it would make, if left in the bank. But then we'd have to give up our nice little enclave of "Kins" that we have created here. It's like a little micro-community. Perhaps its like a little piece of... what's it that Alex calls it... Shasheer, right here on Earth. Well... like, whatever.

Well, that about does it from me. Although I'm disgusted with the direction farmin' in this country is goin', and I'm pissed off at them dam moralistic shits that are ruinin' my dancin' opportunities, I'm very happy. Actually, I like farmin', I just worry about the future, that's all. And then there's that freakin' 2012 stuff comin' up. I wish there weren't no such thing. Some skeptics say there ain't. I hope they're right. I don't wanna go through what some of them prophecies that Blue Beaver spouts off about are sayin'. Sounds like big time shit.

Well, other than all that shit, I'm happy here. I just hope it stays this way. Well... that's it! Bye, y'all!

Joy!
That's the worse swearin' from you I've ever heard! I'm gonna wash that little garbage-mouth of yours out, little blondie!

You should have a better attitude. The year 2012 and the prophecies indicate the end of a crappie time and the beginning of much better times. Like that stuff you keep bitching about; with the farmin' and the "triple-m"s; medalin' moralistic morons, that keep screwin' up your clubs where you dance. All that will be gone! People will cooperate, be like one big family. All this stupid competitiveness and territorialism will be scrapped, along with all the stupid tribalistic wars.

Now about Blue Beaver's vision, I put a lot of value in those. It could be comin' from The Creator, or from high-level spirits. So don't knock it. I will be closely watching Blue Beaver and his Indian friends about the San Luis Valley thing.

And remember Joy, and you too Alex and Spring Forest... and Looking Snake, I'll always be with y'all, through thick and thin!

Okay, once again from me, bye y'all!

Fun never ceases to pop up from time to time; From the above exchange, Spring Forest ordered Cleo to throw Joy over her knees and spank her! YES! I wanted to suggest that but I didn't dare, or guess who would have ended up on Cleo's knees instead...

Cleo pulled a giggling Joy over and did just that, positioned her across Cleo's lap with Joy's big, hard, shapely bare butt positioned just right for a slapping. There was no need for Joy to disrobe; in that position, her teensy skirt is out of the way anyway.

Cleo slapped Joy's butt three times, two gentle ones and a final third that was just a bit forceful. It jarred Joy and the slap was quite loud. Cleo then let Joy up.

Rubbing her butt, Joy complained through her giggles, "That one stung just a little, bitch!"
"You better clean that mouth of yours up!" Spring Forest warned, "Or I'll order her to do you another... bitch!"
"Yes ma'am, sweety" Joy submissively replied to that fire-cracker Spring Forest. Joy had to rub the sting out of her butt just a little more, even.

Joy controls her cussing around Spring Forest, but she still cusses like a drunk trooper around me; and Cleo. Cleo won't spank her unless ordered by Spring Forest.
Joy is just getting more and more disgusted with the excessive government intrusions into the once innocent, independent occupation of farming. And she really gets mad at the Christian fundamentalist fascists that seem to want to control everything.
And I am getting concerned over this dam chipping of everything, like farm animals and some pets, even. They talk about it over Coast To Coast AM, that radio show that comes on midnight to four in the morning; Missouri time that is. It seems the chipping of humans might be attempted next, especially if there is another contrived "incident" on United States.

Although the Christian fundamentalists are pests now, I am counting on them to make a really big stink and protest if the chipping of humans is ever attempted by this increasingly police-state-like government. The chipping of humans is the "mark of the beast", with beast meaning governments, as talked about in Revelations of the Bible. This chipping crap might very well start a civil war in United States if those globalists, that have spread their loathsome tentacles into our once great Constitution, try to push it. Some psychics have forewarned of a possible civil war, if you take stock in them.

Well... Huh. Indeed, I can not end this with the usual "everything is dandy" type of ending in most stories. Well, that's real life. It's the way the sidewalks...

So, I will indeed leave this account open, and update from time to time.

Okay then, speaking on behalf of all of us here in the boogery forests of south Missouri, here in our "micro-Shasheer" enclave, good bye you all!

UPDATE...
Well, well, well. Indeed, here I am with an important update. The San Luis Valley of Colorado thing bandied about before? Look's like it's happening.

Cleo, ever interested in Indian affairs and what the Indians, the old traditional ones anyway, say in prophecies, managed to convince us, with the help of Blue Beaver, to move to San Luis Valley.

After several visits to Blue Beaver's residence, just an hour's drive or so to the west and north some, Cleo is all excited about Colorado. Cleo began taking, first one of us, myself, to there, then Spring Forest and Joy.

I was taken there at first to try and improve the audio on Blue Beaver's Internet show. Later, it was all about the San Luis Valley vision.

Cleo advised us to dress a little more conservatively. Me, no problem. Spring Forest had, long ago, already told Joy to stop trying to make me wear revealing clothes when I go out.
Spring Forest, of course, wore her elegant long split dress, and she ordered Looking Snake into blue-jeans and tank-top.

Joy was the most stubborn. She insisted on her micro skirt and brief tank-top. But Spring Forest threatened to order Cleo to spank Joy, and seriously spank, not just play-spank. That got a reluctant Joy going!

But just barely. Joy wore very brief cut-off short-shorts, which she complained bothered her cunt, and a tank-top with more coverage. No undies of course, were under the short-shorts. Oh well, that will have to do. Joy really does not have any other types of clothes.

Anyway, to summarize, we all talked with Blue Beaver and his Wife, and an Indian Chief or Shaman of some sort, about San Luis Valley. They pointed out things like, they are much more "all things common" there, not so much restricted by religious dogma, generally open-minded, and indeed, intra-cooperative... is that writable term? Well anyway, that, and we also discussed and hashed around the prophecies.

Well, we all took it into consideration. We actually made trips to San Luis Valley to check it out.
In south Missouri, we saw almost no one with obvious solar-energy or wind-generators set up on their property. But in our "exploratory" trips to San Luis Valley, we saw a few solar panels and wind generators set up next to homes within the acreage seen there. The area is certainly good for solar-energy, that's for sure. And I was told, blustery autumn and winter storms power up the wind-generators like there's no tomorrow.

Joy and I found the properties and general scene, a bit sparse, for our liking. It was certainly different from the lush, "boogery" dark forests of south Missouri. But, at the northern and western end of the valley, it got into the mountains, and the topography of the properties were interesting, to say the least. The properties were priced... not good, but not bad. Should be almost an even trade if we sold Joy's farm. I think we would end up with a little less acreage in that valley, but with more accessible land for farming.

To our disgust, we saw big dogs here and there in that area, no more but no less than south Missouri. So it is definitely not "bicycle friendly", although the people there say it is. We will stick to our velomobiles, thank you.
Dammit! I guess there's just no escape from those big pieces of shit so long as we are incarnated on Earth.

We sized up what moving might entail, and whether it was worth it or not. Someone's vision is not much to go on. We had and will have further talks with Blue Beaver and some of his notable contacts, especially those that seemed to be well versed with the prophecies. I will update on whether we moved or not.
Okayyyy... Well, that's it. Bye for now!

UPDATE...
Well, we are moving, including even, Joy's Parents.
First Joy's farm, then her Parent's farm was sold. We drove as hard a bargain as we could. A clause was put in the sales that allowed us to collect and keep the proceeds from the sale of our final planting of crops.
With those hundreds of acres, we were able to turn around and buy a nearly equal number of hundreds of acres in the San Luis Valley for half the price of what we sold. It was very isolated, the way we like it. Half of it was mountains. The rest of it was bare land, no structures or anything. We would have to grow different kinds of crops, or else, we would have to install central-pivot-irrigation units. That would eat up a lot of money. We had a better idea. Between Joy's Parents and us, we put around one-million, five-hundred-thousand dollars in financial instruments that would allow us to live off the interest. That plus modest farming would make us financially stable, with NO mortgages and, even, if we did not mind living frugally, no need, really, to farm or in any other way, make a living! Other amounts of money from the sale of the Missouri farm land was used for small houses and setting up for modest farming. Again, through it all, we carefully avoided the dreaded "sword of Damocles" hanging over our heads; what we call a mortgage.

By the way, the two farms were sold, but since Cleo's and Spring Forest's acreage are their own, fair and square and legal, they decided to keep them... sort of as backups. As well, Spring Forest plans to continue living in Missouri for a while until she can sell her ballet class business.

When we built our new houses, we followed the advice of some others from around there and of Blue Beaver and some of his Indian Shaman contacts, and built the houses almost completely underground, and with protective mounds of earth and stones around them. The roofs were sturdily secured to the houses and were of the pyramidal type; not the usual type with the gables. This makes them high-wind resistant. It appears the prophecies are indicating a period of extremely high winds for a while, not to mention an increase of fearsome storms.

Indeed, that had already been happening in Missouri. Fortunately, random chance operated in our favor when veritable "packs" of tornados ransacked Missouri and surrounding states, not one year, but for a number of years now. Our houses in Missouri had a number of near misses, including once when we saw a tornado coming our way. We thought our houses were done for and prepared to head for basements. But then it veered slightly and lifted, barely missing us. Attendant winds were fearsome, though. Sheesh.

So our new houses in San Luis Valley were built small, stout, mostly underground and certainly only one story and with basements. All this made for more expensive construction. So we had to make them small to keep the costs down. We did NOT want to go below 1.5 million in those financial instruments. We wanted that automatic income!!! NO NEED to make a living! YES! We all ended up with pretty small houses, but that's okay, for we have all that acreage to roam and NO NEED to make a living!!!

We did as before, building the houses a few thousand feet apart from one another. This gave Cleo, Spring Forest and Looking Snake (when they move here to stay), Joy and me, and Joy's Parents their own space, isolated from each other, yet close enough to walk for a visit. All the houses were placed far from the road so that we could dress the way we like.

This San Luis Valley land sure looks different from that land in Missouri. Our property, located actually in the extreme northwest of what is considered San Luis Valley and half into the mountains, possesses a kind of forest that, to us, appears a bit sparse. Underbrush is not so thick. But the landscape is most interesting. There is a lot of relief (difference in elevation) of the various parts of our land. There are rock outcroppings and even small cliffs. It makes interesting hiking and great mountain-bicycle riding.

And, oh man! Is moving a farm ever a hassle! It's the little stuff that drives you nuts! What to keep and move, what to discard. The longer amount of time one lives in a place, the worse it is. In order of ascending difficulty to move were:
Cleo's house, a breeze. Spring Forest's and Looking Snake's house, potentially pretty straight forward but not being done yet, would consist of just more things, including a lot of ballet-associated stuff. Joy and my house, rather involved; a lot of things, big stuff like two tractors, all the attachments, accessory stuff, solar-panels, wind generators and towers, huge amount of tools and so on. But, by far, the worst headache of them all, Joy's Parent's house. Gees!

Having lived there all their lives, plus having been inherited from their Parents, moving that farm was a task from hell!
Again, the big things, not so much problem. But the literally hundreds, maybe even a thousand little things to decide about... Well here's a brief large-scale example. Out back, was this something like, 1930's tractor which had not been run in decades. It was absolutely brown with rust. They wanted to keep it. It was one of those tractors with the big metal wheels studded with triangular wedges. The barn it was once in had long fallen down and rotted away. It was completely hidden by bushes.

First, we had to mow down the bushes using an operating tractor with a big mower attachment. Then it took two tractors pulling to dislodge that thing from the ground. It was absolutely anchored.

Most fortunately, Joy's Parents had a big diesel truck-tractor, 1970s vintage, and a flat bed trailer on which we could ship the tractors, both that ancient one and our newer ones. That saved a gob of money, but it took some doing to get the truck's engine running again. Interestingly, Joy did most of that work, with me merely an assistant. And gees, the cussing! Man! That gal can cuss! Goodness gracious!

There was an authentic wagon wheel that had a tree growing through it, and had "absorbed" some of the wheel. Joy's Parents wanted to take that, but we would have had to cut down the tree. That didn't sit well with any of us. So we left it. But there was another wagon wheel that, after excavation from the ground, was "takable".

Then there was an authentic, old-timey hand operated water pump. They wanted to take that, but like, no way. It did not even work. It was frozen tight. And to move it, it would have to be sawed off, and we are talking about sawing through thick steel and iron. They made things gutsy back then. Now, what good would that be; Joy told them, "There's an Internet site that sells real hand pumps for survivalist types that live way in the boonies where there is no power. We'll order one of those and install it, okay? Besides, the way Blue Beaver and his buddies are talkin', we might really need it."
Her Parents agreed on that.
Oh! It was a mess!

It took three trips, back and forth between San Luis Valley and Missouri, driving Joy's Parent's own truck-tractor pulling a rented box trailer, and two other full-sized U-haul trucks, to move everything. Joy's Mother, holding an actual CDL license, drove their truck. Joy and I drove one of the rentals, and Cleo drove the other rental.

Talk about Cleo, boy! Did we ever put her through her paces. Her big huge muscles came in really nice, that's for sure. Without that human forklift... we would have had to rent a real forklift!
Advice to readers, never try to move a farm, especially an old one, unless you're nuts like us!

Well, that just about does it for this update...

Joy misses Spring Forest, but she emails that the ballet class busniness might sell soon. Then Spring Forest will move here, and she says, attempt, perhaps, to start another ballet class here. I will update on that briefly when it happens.

And another thing is a project I am into involving producing hydrogen for the tractor. Joy's Parent's tractor is a gasoline spark ignition type, along with Joy's tractor. Remember when Cleo bought a tractor, she bought a kind of fancy one that was a gasoline type, and gave it to Joy. Cleo then used the older diesel tractor. Anyway, the gasoline ones could be converted to use hydrogen. I can not convert the diesel one.
After all that moving, building and investments into the various financial instruments, there were some tens of thousands of dollars left. I talked Joy into spending some of it for many more solar panels and an electrolyzer unit. An electrolyzer unit takes electricity from, say, solar or wind energy, and electrolyzes water. Hydrogen comes off the negative electrode which is collected and compressed. With some adaptations, a tractor can run off this. So we would essentially have a solar powered tractor. I might update later, on how that is going. Just that... it's not very sexy, and this is supposed to be a kind of sexy story... sometimes... sort of. Oh well.

Well, that's it! Until the next update, so long for now!

UPDATE...
Joy's Hawaii gig

Joy still does the erotic dancing. She does it mostly to finance my hydrogen projects, and to buy as many solar-panels and wind-generators as possible. She has managed to find places around here where she can do it. It doesn't seem to pay quite as much, and often, audiences are small, because all the towns and communities are small. What appears to be a town on the map is often just a store and a house. Not even a cross-roads. If drive far, she can dance for bigger audiences. There does not seem to be the Christian fundamentalist nonsense around here as further east. So the places are not under fire, but just... they're small.
Anyway, Joy manages to make us extra money from time to time for more solar panels and wind generators and hydrogen production.
Cleo sometimes gets jobs at circuses, nearby, while they are in town, as a... you guessed it, a circus-strong-woman. Yep, still at it. Some wanted to hire her so that she would travel with them, but Cleo wants to stay with us. Word seems to have spread among circus owners about Cleo, because each time there is a circus nearby, they find Cleo.

Experimentation on a hydrogen-fueled tractor still goes on. We do as much work as possible ourselves, but there are just some things that have to be bought, which costs small bundles. We managed to find an expensive, special carburetor for the tractor. With Joy's help, we installed it onto the tractor. I do the designing, Joy does the actual mechanics. Anyway, this carburetor allows the tractor to run off of gasoline from its gasoline-tank, or hydrogen from its hydrogen tank, whichever is available. That was a big help. Now, if Joy or I run out of hydrogen-pressure in the middle of work in a field, we simple turn a few knobs and presto, back to gasoline-powered.

Problems continue to be two-fold: Producing enough hydrogen, which is slowly being dealt with thanks to Joy's erotic dancing. Getting more and more solar panels, wind generators and a bigger electrolyzer unit to add to, not replace, the existing one, are all increasing our hydrogen production capacity. But on-tractor-storage continues to be the problem. Even if we have plenty of hydrogen, we can squeeze only so much hydrogen into the tractor's tank. Even at full pressure, the tank on the tractor doesn't even last through fifty acres of plowing. And it is the biggest, highest-pressure tank that can be fitted onto a tractor. It is two times bigger than the gasoline tank, and takes up to 200 p.s.i. But it gives something like only a quarter or less, of the work-time as a full gasoline-tank does. Man! I had no idea so gosh-dang much energy was in just a spoon-full of gasoline!

The hydrogen works great! The tractor runs well, and it really is clean! I mean, one can not smell a thing coming out of the exhaust. Just water vapors! But gees! The storage hassle is really a pain in the neck.
Well, enough of that.

Somehow, some guy in Hawaii who has a club and a sort of park that has pedicab rides, found out about Joy and contacted her by email. He wants her to come and be a pedicab driver, or possibly, and he said "preferably", a rickshaw puller. Joy replied and among other things asked if she could also dance. He said yes, but at the moment, rickshaw pullers make as much or a little more money than the dancers. Not to mention, they dance a bit, too. But his need for big, strong lady pullers is great. The idea is taking off, but there's just not enough women of the size and strength to take men, sometimes two at a time, (and sometimes one or two women) for rickshaw or pedicab rides about the somewhat hilly resort.
Seems like he has this resort complex; there's a night-club where there is nude dancing, and that is part of a larger resort, within which, pedicab or rickshaw rides are given to the clients; mostly men, and some women. Part of the resort parallels/accesses a nudist beach, and there are pavilions of this and that featured attraction, show or whatever, some accessible only by walking or the pedicabs or rickshaws.

From what he said, the rickshaws appear to be more popular for the following reason: On a pedicab, the only thing the guys see is the lady-driver's back, butt and back of head. Well, that's fine, but the view from the rickshaw is better. On the pedicab, the driver is kind of hunched over, and her body is not displayed in the best light, or completely. With the rickshaw, her whole body is visible, and the erect, walking position is sexy to watch.

I myself thought it was a cool idea. Think of it... You're in Hawaii, it's evening, 80 degrees with a breeze. Gorgeous sunset, royal-blue skies, you know, it's Hawaii. You get in the rickshaw, and you sit and watch the scenery slowly go beautifully by, or, you watch her. She's tall, well built, athletic, dressed in a thong g-string or nude, her muscle-butt ripples with each step, her thigh muscles flex like liquid iron... WOW!
But, that is, if such a statuesque, athletic lady can be found. It's not easy.

Apparently, those club owners network and/or know each other, and, I guess, they'll tell each other of particularly good dancers. Well, I would assume, Joy is known as a highly athletic dancer with amazon proportions. So, that generated the invite.

Now, just one thing, by this point, you readers realize, Joy must be in her fifties. Yes, she is. I think this was already covered...
I don't know what glue is holding Joy, Spring Forest, Looking Snake, Cleo and myself together, but none of us look fifty-something. We don't even look upper thirties. Cleo looks middle twenties, thanks probably to her dark-brown skin not being susceptible to "sun-spots", that Joy and I have a little bit of. That is the only thing that "gives us any age" at all. Spring Forest and Looking Snake have just a tiny bit. Cleo seems to have none.

Spring Forest and Looking Snake look like upper twenties or low thirties, at most. I look low forties, and Joy, with some increased freckling, looks mid-thirties. But her muscles are still huge, if not a bit bigger. She weighs 200 pounds consistently now, and it's all fit. Now that's a rickshaw puller!

This resort manager was willing to pay for Joy's flight to Hawaii, but only after he received a set of high resolution photos of Joy in four or five basic standing poses. That was a project I ate up with glee. I guess he was just a bit wary of the fact, that whomever told him about Joy, must have added that she is in her fifties. So, I guess he had to make sure, Joy did NOT look it! Or perhaps, that she DID look like as described by whomever recommended her to him.

He was pleased with the photos and, sure enough, bought Joy a first-class flight to Hawaii. When Joy received details of the flight, she telephoned him asking to change it to coach-class (the cheapest), for two, Joy and... me. He balked a bit until he saw that two coach-classes, that we found on Orbitz, were slightly less than his one premium class. When he still balked a bit, Joy pointed out, "You gave me first-class to please me. I am honored! But, if it is your intent to please me, I ask you to let me bring my sub. I never go anywhere without him. He serves me and helps me..."

Gees! I'm Joy's "sub"; well, she is speaking a kind of "language" which that guy understands.

Joy had let me listen in on another line, but she had removed the mouth-piece, or, that is, the microphone-element, so I could not say anything.
Anyway, he responded to Joy's words well and agreed. He then asked if the one room apartment he had found would be sufficient for both of us. Joy was surprised it was an apartment, not a hotel.

We should have thought of this. He probably wants Joy to stay long-term. At least through the winter. Joy initially agreed to it on the phone, and said the one room apartment would be fine for both Joy and me.

He couldn't have gotten us at a better time. Farming was winding down since it was autumn. Harvest was almost done. Cleo offered to run the farm, mostly complete harvest and prep for winter, while Joy and I were gone. So, theoretically, we could stay the whole winter. That was his busiest time at the resort, anyway.

Joy said, "Let's try it. If I make a lot of money, I'll stay even through the summer next year. We don't make much from farmin', anyway. Let it go fallow for a year. We'll see. But, it all depends on how much money I make".

One thing about it, Joy has always been smart and logical with her erotic dancing and now, perhaps, "erotic rickshaw pulling". So, the trip was a go!

Well I am not about to go into some sort of "story" about the entire trip, for the simple fact, it isn't a story!
But, when one travels "publicly" with a six-feet-one-or-two, 200-pound, athletic amazon who is always horny, and refuses to dress in anything else other than mini or micro-skirt and tank-top with no underwear, it gets interesting in places.

What I mean by traveling publicly is, you know, public transportation, in this case, an airlines. All of our traveling before, had been by our own car, often pulling a trailer. In fact... I believe this is the first time on an airplane of any sort for Joy, and perhaps... the second for me. My first was when I was six years old, way, WAY back in 1958, when I came back from Germany with my family, on a four-engine-propeller airlines plane.

So both of us were unfamiliar with airports. Actually, we would have driven, had there been a road. I literally had to do "research" on flying. I recent years, flying has become a real hassle. I understand it is nearly impossible to take anything substantial. We can't take our car or velomobiles, we can't take our stereo, our beds, nothing. What do we do, sleep on the floor and walk everywhere?

I personally called that fellow that was inviting/hiring Joy to come, and asked how to deal with this. He assured that Joy would be making enough money to easily lease a real nice car, and furnished apartment. He also mentioned that people use bicycles a lot and that, if we wanted, we could just about go anywhere by bicycle. I had to explain to him what a velomobile is, but after he understood; "Too hot! It's 80-some degrees here all the time and sunny. Use bicycle. Dogs not a concern. Folks use bicycles all the time with no problem..."... and so on. Well, okay.
Later, when Joy found out I had called him, she spanked my butt a number of slaps, hard, stinging ones. It seemed serious, but she was giggling the whole time. After that, she pinned me to the floor and dragged her cunt over my hip until she came to one of her "patented" screaming orgasms.

Later, I asked Joy about this business of going to Hawaii and living there with only the shirts on our backs.
"Listen, rascal", she replied, "If the gig works, I will be making more than enough money for the furnished apartment he suggested, and for a car, if we decide to lease one. We can buy new bicycles locally. If it doesn't work out, we drop the apartment, and come home to our paid-for land and homes here. Okay? So no problem!"

Well, the day of the flight came, and it was Cleo who drove us all the way to Denver, for the flight.
And, by the way, (and I have been trying to find a spot to slip this in), Cleo has a steady, live-in lady-friend, whom we believe is possibly a member of "The Kin". Somewhat like Spring Forest, she is similar to a Chinese, and might be Chinese, but she doesn't know herself because she was/is an adopted orphan. She stands six-feet-even, weighs only 120 pounds, and is very slender, unbelievably flexible, and very, VERY fit. She is far stronger than she looks. She keeps Cleo well entertained, and even controlled, sexually, with her fists (if you know what I mean) and other alluring charms. She calls herself, Rosethorn, or just, Thorn... And, I think I see why...
Anyway, Cleo adores her, is in love with her, and seems to have actually "dethroned" Joy as her primary sexually-intimate object. Make no mistake, Joy is still super-important to Cleo. But this fire-cracker has moved into Cleo to stay and RULE! I can't wait for Spring Forest to come back sometime and meet her. Wow, two fire-crackers together! I'll update on it when and if it happens... if I'm not still in Hawaii.
I'm very thankful for Rosethorn being in Cleo's life. Otherwise, Cleo would sorely miss Joy, either that, or we would have had to bring Cleo with us to Hawaii, which certainly would have been OUR expense, and I don't think Cleo would do well in Hawaii. Cleo needs the wide open spaces of our acreage in San Luis valley. She thrives on cold weather. So, it's best that Cleo is staying behind, to watch and manage the land, even if we do let it go fallow, and that she has Rosethorn to, uh... keep her "busy".

Dam security would not let Cleo standby-park to make sure everything is okay with us, so we asked her to drive off to a nice park somewhere to wait, and if necessary, we'll call her via her cell-telephone. If the time of our flight-take-off passes without a call, then it can be assumed, everything is okay, and Cleo can go home. Gees! It was like some sort of military maneuver or something. I don't remember anything like this when I was a boy back in 1958 with that flight from Germany. I have heard from people, flying did not use to be this much trouble.

Well anyway, it went well.
All sorts of little annoyances and things crop up when you're a six-feet-or-more-tall, athletically endowed woman in a teensy skirt with no underwear. And that is in addition to the fact that society is quite a bit more prudish than it used to be in the 1970s, especially after that stupid 9-11 crap.
In the waiting area, the rows of seats face each other. Hmm, that means, when Joy sits, the wonders between her muscular legs can be seen from someone sitting opposite of us. Fortunately, we were able to find spaces in the row of waiting-seats that faced the window. There were no seats opposite us. I whispered in Joy's ear, "You should wear your shorts".
Joy whispered in my ear in reply, "They'll make me horny! I'll end up raping you in front of everybody!", after which, Joy giggled. Oh, sweet Joy! Just so full of life and positive energy! I have to put up with it, but it's a "good put-up".

On board the airplane was much better, since the seats are pretty tight and do not face each other. Only thing is, Joy's great, big, long legs got in the way. There was literally, almost no place to put them. She either sat sort of slouched with her huge legs in front of her, leaning on the seat in front, or spread, sort of straddling the seat in front. Some lady in a business suit/dress was sitting next to us, at the aisle seat. She kept looking toward that big, hulking, nearly naked Joy. Man! In a situation like that, it becomes clearly obvious, just how huge and strong a woman Joy is. Compared to her, most other women are little girls.

The flight from Denver to San Francisco was only a couple hours. We had window seats, with Joy next to the window. She took to flying very well, was very fascinated, and showed no fear at all. The time was late afternoon. The flight from San Francisco to Hawaii would be five hours, and take off something like seven P.M. So, except for take-off, most of the flight would be in the dark. Anyway, at one point during the Denver-to-San Francisco flight, Joy whispered in my ear, "I'm horny! I gotta fuck! The next flight is longer, and at night. I'm taking you to a bathroom and raping you! Just be ready!" She then giggled.
I replied, whispering in her ear, "That stuff you hear about sex in airlines lavatories are urban-legends. That can't be done! They would wonder why you're in there so long. They would wonder why both of us went in! And there's barely enough room for one person to move let alone anything else".
Joy replied, "You better HOPE it can be done. My cunt's aching! I might have to rape you in front of everybody!"
Joy's shoulders quaked from her giggles, but I sort of thought, she just might do it!

We had an hour-and-a-half between flights at the San Francisco airport. There was almost no place to sit in the waiting area without facing other people. I wish they would not do that kind of seating arrangement. But, no matter. Joy dragged me all over the place, looking for a hidden, private spot for sex. And everywhere we went, we had to carry the dad-blamed luggage with us, because, if left anywhere, it would either be stolen or picked up by security.

We finally found an area, seemed to be under construction with no workers present at the time, where we found a hidden spot. There, Joy pulled down my jeans and got her orgasm out by that tried and true method, dragging her cunt over my hip. I was so up-tight, erection was impossible. Joy tried to keep her screams down, but some got out. Fortunately, the noise level all around us, and with all the physical obstacles, no one heard her noises, as far as we could tell.

On the flight from San Francisco to Honolulu, Hawaii, we had window seats, with Joy next to the window. She had the same problem with her big legs in that cramped space. This time, it was a guy in a business suit, next to me, at the aisle seat. Man, did he ever keep stealing glances at Joy. She's something else to behold, that's for certain.

Joy vacuumed up the meal when it was handed out. When the attendant came again, Joy asked if it would be possible for another meal, and that she would pay for it. I started chuckling uncontrollably. The attendant said, "If there are meals left over, it may be possible. However, it is a full flight, and you may not have a choice of selections..."
"That's okay", Joy replied, "I'm starved! Any will do!"
The attendant agreed and left.
"What are YOU laughing at, rascal!?", Joy asked, giggling.
"Nothing", I chuckled.
"I takes a lot to feed your amazon Mistress", Joy said, then added, "If you keep that up, I'll tickle you unmercifully!"
"Yes ma'am", I replied, after which, we both kept giggling.

After everyone was served, then the waste picked up, then there were lines at all the lavatories...
Four hours into the flight, the lines were gone and all was quiet. By Pacific-time, it was after eleven P.M., despite the fact it was nine P.M. in Hawaii. We had another hour to go. Everyone was sleeping, or at least, quiet.

Sure enough, that perv Joy nudged me, indicating to get up. We carefully squeezed by the fellow on the aisle seat, who, if awake, could have seen up Joy's teensy skirt. You snooze, you loose, fella! But anyway, Joy led me all the way to the back. All was quiet, and the lights were low to allow people to sleep.
Sure enough, Joy pulled me with her into a lavatory, closed and locked the door, and, yes, pulled off my jeans and masturbated on my hip again. Gosh! Fifty-four years old and she is as horny as ever! That's great! But man, please, not on a flight! Well anyway, so she got that out, and I hoped she could sleep after that.

Sure enough, we arrived to Honolulu by about ten-something their time. That would be 1:30 in the morning back home (in Colorado).

We went by taxi to the hotel that had been reserved by the gentleman who is inviting/hiring Joy. And thus completed the trip.

Next day we were to go to his office, I guess for orientation and so on...
One of the characteristics of Joy I love so much, is that she is, despite her highly sexual ways and constant horniness, somehow, innocent. She's like a girl, in a way, always playful...
When we were shown in to his office, he was not there and was informed by the receptionist, that he would be back soon.

His office was spacious and kind of dark. In the middle of the spacious area in front of the desk, was a pole, like one of those the dancers use. Well, Joy began playing around on it. Just... playing. She didn't masturbate on it or anything, but, she was just hanging on it, being upside down, various calisthenics and/or gymnastics; just... playing. Needless to say, it was sexy for me to watch, and I was beginning to get "hardened up", if you know what I mean, when, in walks the, uh, manager, I guess, who invited/hired Joy.

"Well, well, well! Eager to get going?", he heartily commented.

Joy skillfully "peeled" off the pole in a graceful tumble which, of course, had her tiny skirt flipping around and everything. Joy's pretty, natural-blond hair came to rest, smooth but a bit disheveled, with some across one eye. She looked wild, yet somehow, innocent.

"You've got some impressive goods under there!", he commented enthusiastically, about Joy's under-skirt-landscape, I would assume.
"Thank you!", Joy simply, sweetly said, with a curtsy, even.

Man! Could he ever play the part of, well, just what he does. He smoked a fine cigar, was in a dark-blue business suit, had that "hard-nosed-business-man" manner, five-feet-ten, a bit over-weight but somehow, "fittingly" so...

He shook my hand asking, "So, you're Joys's sub, eh?"
"Yes sir, I suppose I am!"
"And a sweet one!", Joy added graciously.
"So how do ya like living day in and day out with a lady that can give you fantastic pole dances just for the asking?", he asked me.
"It has been a heaven-sent privilege!", I replied enthusiastically. Joy giggled and rolled her eyes along with that blowing of her bangs she does.

He turned to Joy and introduced, "Well, as I said before, I'm Mr. Henderson, and I manage this first-class resort for the discriminating, successful man! So tell me, how in heavens have you been able to stay in this great a shape, to such an age!? You're almost old enough to be my mother! You're even better than described and what I saw in the photos you sent. And the way you dismounted from the pole; that was hot! Looks like you know your stuff!"
"Well, thank you!", Joy sweetly said with another curtsy, "Well, I eat natural foods, get outdoor exercise, fresh air, eat only vegetables... stuff like that. Other than that, I don't know!"
"Well, what ever it is, it's working!", he replied heartily.

Obviously impressed, he showed us... well, he was mostly showing Joy, I was just tagging along. Anyway, he showed Joy the resort in general. He showed us the rickshaws and pedicabs.

Joy volunteered, "You wanna ride now?"
"Why, sure!", he replied enthusiastically.

First-class indeed! He wasn't lying, at least. The pedicabs and rickshaws were of first-class design, accents and even, comfort.
He seated himself in the rickshaw and Joy effortlessly began pulling. I walked along side and just behind. I had to walk really fast to keep up with Joy's pace.

"Yes!", he said, "You will indeed do great!". He got a good look at Joy's rippling butt-muscles and thighs as she pulled along.

At a point, he asked Joy to stop and said, "Okay, lets see how you are without clothes!"
"YES! My favorite part!", Joy commented. Within seconds, she had her skirt and tank-top off. Actually, she was not that far from nude in first place.
"I love your attitude!", Mr. Henderson heartily commented of Joy's eagerness to strip.
I had to throw in my few cents worth, saying, "Oh man! If you only knew! Joy's in her native element, now!"
"Really?", he asked, "That's great!"
"Want me bare-footed?", Joy asked.
"Oh! Yes, yes, if you would, please! Thank you!", he replied.

I helped place Joy's clothes and sneakers into a rear compartment on the rickshaw's back. I continued to follow, admiring a nude Joy confidently and effortlessly pull the rickshaw over various paths of the resort. It did get surprisingly hilly. Joy had no problem pulling the gentleman, possibly 210 pounds, over the hills.

A highly impressed Mr. Henderson finally said, "Oh man! I could go like this all day! But we have to get back to my office and do the paper-work, you know, and get you going! And as always, I have other appointments."
"Sure", replied Joy sweetly, as she turned around and did a sort of curtsy, "you want me to kick up the pace?".
"You mean, like, run?"
"Sure!", Joy replied eagerly.
"Okay! Let's see what you can do!"

Joy turned on her after-burners or something, and took off! I could hardly keep up! Mr. Henderson was impressed, needless to say. I think we made nearly twenty miles per hour in spots, and that feels fast in a rickshaw. I got left behind some distance. In fact, he urged, chuckling, "Okay, okay, maybe you better lift your foot off the gas just a tad, lady!", and then Joy slowed to a trot.

In his office, we did all the paper-work, signing this and that. He informed that, so far, he had only two other women rickshaw pullers. He had three pedicabs and five rickshaws. I... see his preference... and I also understand why; I explained it earlier. Pulling the rickshaw is sexier. Curiosity forced me to ask about the two other pullers. Joy was curious too. Mr. Henderson said that one puller is dark-skinned or well tanned, six feet tall and 190 pounds. She is in her twenties. But, he said, he does not have Joy's grace or skill with dancing. Mr. Henderson said Joy would dance, as well. "For certain!" he assured.
The other puller was Afro-American, six-feet-three, 220 pounds and just turned thirty.
"Uh-oh!", I thought, bigger and heavier than Joy? Oh nooooo!

I stole a glance at Joy in the corner of my eye. She seemed cool. I sort of whispered to her, "That possibly is a member of 'The Kin'".
Joy just gave me one of her wry grins.

"She's a member of what?", Mr. Henderson asked, curious.
Joy explained, "Just a little term he and I use for certain types of big, amazon-like women and slender, lithe men, of which, obviously, he's a one. It appears they... and us... share some common characteristics."
"Hmm!", Mr. Henderson muttered, smiling and intrigued, "Could ya... bring her up to speed on her dancing? Especially, pole dancing? She's fair, but not quite stage-ready..."
"Um... okay, possibly. But keep in mind, I was pole dancing almost before there were poles. I just sorta figured it out..."
Mr. Henderson laughed heartily and said, "Okay, we'll see. I might get her some private instructors. Depends on if she wants to stick around or not". He then went on to ask, "Can you start tonight?"
"Sure!", Joy eagerly replied. Oh! Anytime Joy has a chance to go naked, show her body, and get paid for it, she's always ready!

So Joy indeed began that evening. I was allowed to hang around, but stay out of the way. I was also asked to dress better. I had come, earlier, in the above passage, in sleeveless t-shirt, low-rider jeans and sneakers. I was obliged to wear dress-slacks, and, well, the classic "Hawaiian shirt" was fine, and dress shoes. We had to get all of that locally, that afternoon, for I had none.

It was cool, seeing how the rich live. Sort of a trip, it was.

Even though the men were not standing in line like some sort of Disney attraction, there was a waiting que. Oh! No way those kinds of clientele would be made to wait in a line! They were kept entertained until a ride became available. Joy and those other two were kept busy.

Huh, funny; strange at least... Joy was the only fully nude one. She wore this and that sort of like, decoration... beads, bracelets, anklets, even a "skirtish" thing around her hips that didn't cover anything in front or back.

The dark-tanned gal wore a black thong bikini outfit that, along with her flowing waves of coal-black hair, complimented her gorgeous physique well. The Afro-American, and WOW, she was a big one, and loaded with muscles, wore a bright yellow thong g-string. Wow!

I was in and out of there. I was free to come and go, if I stayed in the background and dressed well. I used secret entrances for which I had the code for. I also had an ID card. I went back to the hotel sometimes, then came back. Ooo! It was a nice place and area, no doubt about it. Man! I wonder how much they pay to get in that resort, anyway? It must be up there!

It was walking distance to the hotel. Something like three A.M., Joy called me to come over, that she would be coming back soon.

In usual fashion, I accompany Joy. Joy is six-feet-two, 200 pounds and every bit as strong as a man that size. But, you know, a man that size can be sneaked up on, ganged up on and so on. The area seemed safe though. It was a "ritz-zone" of sorts, and not too prone to low-level shenanigans.

I arrived to the resort, and found Joy. I had to search around a bit, the resort is huge, covering many acres. Joy was at a marble picnic table, close to the beach. She was nude and sitting with the Afro-American, who still wore her bright yellow thong g-string.

"Hi Alex!", Joy sweetly called out as I approached. "Meet Silver-Song Magaha, indeed a member of 'The Kin'!"
Silver Song smiled at me real pretty, commenting to Joy, "Oh, he is sweet! May I... when it's convenient..."
"Borrow him? Sure!", replied Joy sweetly, "Just let me know you a few more days, and, let us get settled. We're gonna move to an apartment tomorrow, so, we're gonna be back and forth, you know..."
"Oh, sure Joy, I understand", Ms. Magaha replied gently.
"Wait 'till you see him in low-rider jeans and t-shirt... or better yet, in g-string! He's just right! Muscular enough to take a sexual pounding from us, yet easily handled!"

Gees, Joy, I thought, like, I'm just a sex-toy here!

Well, that's okay, and boy, was I relieved! I guess the "Cleo-thing" and Spring Forest taught Joy a lesson. Looks like my fist was going to have a new cave to plunge into and another hungry cunt on my hip, among other things. Oh well, I won't mind servicing that sexy ass, that's for sure!

We made our move to a furnished apartment. It was within long walking distance to the resort, or easy cycling distance. We bought the bicycles the next day.

Typical for this kind of "work", the hours are seven P.M. to about two-A.M. or thereabouts. Later, indeed, Joy also pole danced. The funny thing is, her asked her to NOT masturbate on the pole, something that, apparently, he has heard of Joy doing.
In following weeks, Joy sort of "drafted" me into service. Mr. Henderson allowed it, as long as I could do it with good finesse and so on. Without asking for any pay for me from Mr. Henderson, I ran snacks and drinks to the rickshaw-riding clientele. Using a specially rigged bicycle, I was able to run drinks, snacks, refreshments in general, to the riders, even while Joy had them out in the far reaches and pavilions of the resort. We used a pair of 900 megahertz talkie-radios for that. The whole thing was cool and quite the experience.
Mind you, what Joy and I were doing was by no means, all there was to this place. It was a big, huge complex of hotels, clubs, entertainment and whatever else, of which, the rickshaw pulling was a small, but highly asked for, part.

Indeed, Joy and Silver-Song Magaha got together.
With me well practiced from fisting Cleo, the cunt on this six-foot-three, 220 pound amazon was husky enough to derive great pleasure from my fist. Similar to Cleo, Silver-Song leaned on the sofa, on her knees, and I worked my fist into the cleavage of her huge, muscular, dark-brown butt. A hot, soaking cunt ate my fist and forearm with great relish. Gees! One of these days, one of these "super-cunts" is going to bite my arm off!

Also, she and Joy, uh, "enjoyed" each other... immensely. Recall, that I can not quite fist Joy comfortably; there is a bit too much discomfort for her cunt to take my fist. That was one item of jealousy, before, with Cleo. But, like I say, she got over it, and seemed to be just fine now. Besides, that Silver-Song knew how to pleasure Joy real well!

What about the other rickshaw puller gal? Hmm. While Joy was very friendly with her, and she with Joy, she appeared not to be of "The Kin", or that is, not having Shasheerian past-lives. She preferred men bigger and stronger than her. I was okay, but obviously, she was stronger than me. She was not too keen on dogs but did not mind them either, and tended to think solar energy and similar was a waste of time. She was as nice and gracious as can be, just not one of "The Kin". She was, apparently, purely an "Earth soul".

No matter what the skin color or back-ground, all us "The Kin" types share similar characteristics. Silver-Song Magaha detested dogs unless they were small and fluffy, she was very into solar-energy and wind-energy, rode a bicycle herself and had no car (like us), and liked slender, fit men, preferably, not as big as her. Color, unimportant. Dark-brown (old term, black), beige (old-term, white), golden (old-term, Asian or yellow) were all fine. Just be slender, fit, and able to sexually entertain a woman! Sheesh!

Weeks merged into months, and before we knew it, were facing the spring and summer. Mr. Henderson wanted us to stay, everything was booming, Joy was making good money. So, we stayed, we did not plant that year. Cleo planted some, whatever she felt she and Rosethorn could handle.

Well, strangely, that's where I will leave it, now... with us still having not returned home. Well, it was okay. Like Joy said, farming didn't make that much money. Even paying three-thousand a month for that apartment, we had more money than we would ever have back home farming. Our land and homes in Colorado are mortgage free, just a little real estate tax to pay each year. We sort of lost our homestead exemption, but, that was of little consequence.
With this particular sex-industry-related job, Joy did not have the problem of having to move on after some weeks or months, because the clientele did that for us, so to speak! So, it would seem, we are going to be here for a while.

Untill next up-date, so long!

I just wanna go over some things, and give a point of view that skinny, sexy cunt-treat don't go into.

Cunt-treat hates making a living... uh, Alex, that is... anyway, he hates making a living, and is hating it worse and worse. I hate it too. But gees, farmin' is... well, not super okay, but, it's okay. However, it's doin' a number on my skin. I'm gettin' more and more of these freckles. So, I didn't put up much resistance to Cunt-treat's ideas about usin' our money to invest in financial instruments to make an auto-income. I have to admit, that's one I didn't think of. There is a brain on the squeezable shoulders of that sex-pot after all.

Actually, it was my Parents, who hail from a different kind of a time than Cunt-treat and I, that resisted the financial instruments and living off interest; the source of the "auto-income". They appear to honor work. Oooo! Don't say "honor work", or "working is honorable", or anything like that to Alex the grump... I call him all kinds o' names; it just depends on what the situation is. Normally I call him sex-pot or cunt-treat, but, get him goin' about making a livin' and oh! Batten down the hatches cause a storm of cussing is a-comin'!

But then, the logic of my sweety could not be disregarded. My Parents finally agreed. They added about 800,000 dollars to our 700,000, and we had a million-and-a-half in these... these various investment thingies. We now have some 50,000 dollars a year, and we don't have to work a lick! Now ain't that better than spending hundreds of thousands on some dam central-pivot-irrigation thing, for each one, and we needed three or four, and then havin' to work our butts off!?

Now, we got five people (two Parents, Cleo, Cunt-treat and myself) living on 50,000 which is not a whole lot, but, sufficient. And, we are continuing to farm. I am using the new tractor, the one with an air-conditioned cab (and the one we're experimenting on to use hydrogen), to work some acreage into some dryness-compatible crops, like various wheats and grains which are used for bread, maybe, and for cattle feed. The cab with its window coated with an ultraviolet-ray-block, protects my skin from further sun damage. We try to do at night as much as possible. I don't know why, but, when the moon is out, it is very bright, brighter than when the moon is out in Missouri. It's good enough to do actual work. So, shoot! I'm game! I'm tired of being baked.
Not to mention, I need my skin to stay nice!...

I still dance. My body still rocks, as good as ever! I've gotten real good with what they call, pole dancing. It was just a kind of extra thing, a long time ago. Now it's turned into a kind of... art... or dance-type... ballet; yeah! Ballet! Spring Forest is even doing some! And I can do the types of pole-dancing that takes muscle, which I got a lot of!

Gosh dang it's great to get away from those shit-head Christian-fundamentalist, right-wing fascist pigs in the east! Shit! Good riddance! They were really beginning to burn my grits with their constant carrying on about the strip clubs. Shit man! It's them right-wing shit-heads that say "Less government hand-outs! Pull yourself up by your own boot-straps!" Well, gad-dammit! That's what I'm a-tryin' to do, if y'all would stop fuckin' around with my way of making a good livin'! Shit!

Every gad-dam time those fuckin' ass-hole Christian fundamentalist fascist pigs force the closing of an adult book-store or strip-club, it puts people out of work, good work! Substantial incomes! The kind that allow the buying of expensive cars! Rent expensive apartments! Buy clothes! The kind of stuff that drives the economy. It's strange that the Christian fundamentalist fascist pigs come from the same right-wing nut-jobs that spout all this "pull yourself up by your own boot-straps" jive.
Leave us the fuck alone, and we WILL be able to pull ourselves up by our own boot-straps!!!!!

Oh! That stuff burns me up!
Okay, okay. So, it seems I have escaped much of that shit-headed nonsense. Now, the only problem is, the strip-clubs I dance for around here are small. Everything's small. Man, this place makes south Missouri look like the city. So, even when I dance, I don't make the handfuls of money I used to back east. If Cunt-treat-Alex don't mind driving me up interstate 25 to some of the bigger cities, even Denver, then I can make the big money. Anyway, he's the one that keeps gettin' me to do it. He keeps experimentin' with hydrogen. I must admit, it's fascinating! I'm actually drivin' a tractor, with an air-conditioned cab, whats runnin' off of clean hydrogen that came from our own solar and wind sources. But man! Them electrolyzer units is expensive! And it takes a lot, to run a tractor.

But, it's all good. That cunt-treat, sex-pot Alex is so sweet, I never tire of raping him! I do all that dancin, then I turn around and act like some grease-monkey, gettin' all black and stuff, doin' all this work on the tractor, all because my cunt wants Alex for her supper! And, yeah, I just love him!

And this San Luis Valley is wonderful! It gets kind of furnacy at times during the summer, but then nights are beautifully lit by stars or moon. Like I think I said before, for some reason, both the moon and the stars are brighter here. The moon is so bright, I can easily make out colors. I can even read. I love takin' Alex-cunt-treat out there and fuckin' with him. I love it with Cleo too. Kinda feel safer when Cleo is with us. When she's with us, we walk further.
It's real isolated, no neighbors at all, very, very secluded. That's what I like! Great place to live, auto-income; to say I'm glad we made the move, would be one helluva under-statement!

Okay, and then comes this Hawaii thing! My cunt-treat done already told you. I'll just add some stuff.
Man, that came out o' the blue, I tell you what! I never considered Hawaii for nothin'. Too far, can't drive there, everything's too expensive.
That guy, that Mr. Henderson, had to talk and talk and talk to convince me of goin'.

Well, I finally went, after what Mr. Henderson told me and for the reasons Alex stated. I have nothing to risk. My land, houses, everything is all secured, no mortgage, and even an auto-income. So, I just went to have some fun. Sex-pot's right, I just love gettin' naked and showin' off, it makes me horny. But you know what? That pansy Mr. Henderson told me no masturbatin'! Guys love it, man! Oh well.

Anywho, for having fun, I get paid piles of money! That ain't bad! I was a bit scared of pullin' rickshaws in the sun because of my skin, but as it turns out, it's all at night! GREAT!

The ride on the jet was cool, but gettin' there and situated sucked like unholy-hell. I wouldn't wanna do that often.

My cunt-treat is such a dweeb. All durin' the flight, he didn't want no fuckin'. I was constantly horny! That's kinda fun though, when he don't want it, and I do. Then I just rape him! Oooo! That's fun! I dragged him around and raped him twice; once behind some under-construction-things, just out of sight, and another time, in the jet's bathroom!

Then, my cunt-treat laughs at me for askin' for another meal! Like, what are they feeding here, micro-people? I gotta eat! They have good grub, but gosh! How 'bout some portions here!

Man, those tiny seats on those jets! Ain't no room for my legs! I had to sit with 'em propped way up in front of me, or spread out, straddlin' the seat in front of me. Dweeb-Alex didn't want me to do that, but I had to. And he was a total dweeb in the waitin' areas. "Don't show your stuff!", "Don't show your stuff!", "Wear shorts!", "We better sit here so people don't see your stuff!". Sheesh! If I had worn shorts, I woulda raped him every ten minutes, no matter who was watching.

Well anywho, it's all been fun, and everything is goin' well.
I'd like to add raping Alex into the show, but I don't think pansy-Henderson would allow it. He don't know what's fun!

Well, that's all from me! I'll let y'all know what went on some more, if it was excitin', a little later. See ya!

You all have read all that above, so I'll just tell you just a bit of my experience...
The energy of this San Luis Valley is great! I go on long, moon-lit walks sometimes. I built a sort of pavilion where I meditate. It is kind of high on the side of a mountain. There is a fantastic view from there. It protects me from critters while I'm in deep altered states.

Of the four small houses built here, mine is the smallest and simplest. It is all underground. Only a concrete slab marks my house, and a sort of "door-well". Light is brung in by fiber-optics. That's a new thing Joy's sweety introduced to me. My house has two rooms; well, three; a tiny bathroom with a shower, a walk-in-closet, and a "rest-of-the-house". That's it. Kitchen stuff, dining table and bed are all in one place. That's all I need. I'm ready for any storm. Blue Beaver said to be prepared.

I used a spell-making thing that someone Blue Beaver introduced me to showed me. I used it to bring into my life, a special someone, man or woman, who I would adore, and he or she adore me. I was not sure if I believed a spell would work, but, I did it anyway.

One day, I was driving to Colorado Springs to be a circus "strong-woman", yeah, me the freak, I still do that stuff. Circuses want to hire me permanently to go with them, but I don't wanna do all that traveling and bein' away from sweet Joy and Alex... and Spring Forest and Looking Snake whenever they get a chance to come. They done told you, above, how we managed to achieve an automatic income from investments. Dam if I'll work on any permanent basis now, especially anything requiring constant travel. Oh, I'll take on temporary stuff if the pay is good. Every so often, I get to dance in strip-places, like Joy, but only as a "wonder"... in other words, a freak.

Well, so I was on my way to the circus, for another day of shows where I flex my huge muscles, bend steel, lift small cars and stuff like that. On the way home, something like ten-thirty at night, I come upon this car on the side of the road, under the moon light, with this gracious looking, wispy, beautiful, like-a-spirit-looking-cutie. She was outside the car using a cell-phone. I think that's why she was outside, to get the thing to work. But they don't here, sometimes.

Well I stopped for this one. I don't usually do that, but this time, I did. There weren't no one else.

I scared her because she may have thought I was a man... or maybe a monster, cause I'm so big. But I was gentle, said "hi", and she knew I was okay.

She had the prettiest, daintiest voice I ever heard. She was so sweet and delicate.
She was clothed in a delicate looking dress, kind of like Spring Forest, but pale lavender. The dress was sleeveless, but she had a sort of delicate, white, long-sleeved blouse over it. Her dress was ankle-length, but split all the way to her waist. She had slim but very firm, fit legs. Her hair was jet-black, smooth and short. She had eyes so big, they sparkled even in the moon-light. She wore very tall high-heels.

What happened is that she had a flat tire, but no jack. Someone had borrowed it and forgot to return it. Not that she coulda handled that herself anyway, she looked so delicate.

Her car was a compact, and so I knew I could lift it. I went to the side of the road and gathered a couple, sorta flat-like, large rocks. I made sure they weren't too big, cause, I needed her to move them, just a little bit.

The flat was on the front, the engine-end of the car, and on the driver-side. I lifted the car. She was amazed. I said, "Put the rocks under where you normally would put the jack". But she didn't even quite know where that was. I set the car down, and showed her. Then I lifted it. I was worried she could not move the rocks. But she did! No problem. She put one under, than put the second rock on top of that one. I set the car down. The rocks held the wheel off the ground while I changed the tire.
I only needed her in the car to step on the brake while I loosened the lug-nuts. The car was kinda high because of the rocks, so I lifted her to the driver's seat. She was as light as a feather! She felt my biceps and shoulders and said that I was very strong. Her voice was so sweet!
I changed to the spare-tire easily. But the spare was low on air, so I used a pump I had to pump it up.
Then I helped her out of the car. I lifted the car up and asked her to move the rocks aside. I set it down, and that was it.

She leaned on my big bosom and thanked me. She's kind of tall. She's taller than Alex, which is six feet. She maybe six-feet-four. But she was very, very slim. Oh, yeah, I forgot she was wearing very tall high-heels. Maybe she was only six feet. Well, then I guessed she was six-feet if bare-footed. Now, I know she is six-feet when bare-footed.

She felt my arm-muscles again, and felt my bosom, my boobs. She felt my tits. She even pinched them, gently, between her dainty, slender thumb and finger. I only had on a brief tank-top which was very tight, and short-shorts which were low on my hips. I was wearin' sneakers. She thanked me again, and asked me my name.

"I'm Cleo", I said to her.
"I am Rose-Thorn", she replied sweetly. I slowly began to hug her. I was horny. She's so sweet. Maybe I am a lesbian.
Rosethorn asked me, "May I stay overnight at your house? Or, your hotel? Please?" Then she laid her pretty head on my boobs.

Then a car came. In all that time, there had been no cars. It was that quiet. I led Rosethorn off the road for safety while that car passed.
I told Rosethorn, "My house is very small, and still a little far, but I would love it if you spend the night with me. You can also stay longer!"
"Oh thank you!", she exclaimed, and tried to hug me, but I'm so big, she could not get her slender arms around me. She was trying to hug around my shoulders. I directed her soft, little hands down to my waist. "Hug me there", I said. She was able to get her arms all the way around my waist. She hugged hard. I was surprised at how strong she was.

I wanted her to sit with me in my truck, but she shouldn't leave her car way out here. So, she followed me. I watched out for her, that she could always follow. In that way, I led her all the way to my home.

At that time, it was very late.
She got out of her car and I got out of my truck. The moon was bright upon the landscape of scattered trees and little under-brush. It was beautiful. Rosethorn looked like a spirit coming toward me. The two halves of her dress trailed behind her; she looked like gentle energy, she looked like air, and so pretty... enchanting; Alex says to use that word, yes! Enchanting!

Rosethorn came to me and laid her pretty head on my breasts. I hugged her gently. I didn't want to crush her. I got horny!
"I love it here!", Rosethorn said in a delicate voice.
"You can stay as long as you like!", said I.

She let me hug her a long time. She had her head on my bosom, and she gazed at the scenery from there. Finally, she asked, "When are we going to get to your house?"

I thought to myself, "what?", and then it dawned on me! She can't see my house! It's all underground! I began to laugh.
Laughing, I said, "This is my house. It's all underground. Indian friends of mine said to make it underground, because as 2012 gets close, there will be terrible storms. We can go in now. Are you sleepy?"
"Uh-huh", she replied so delicately. I got intensely horny, but I had to ignore it. My cunt was swollen, and the middle seam of my short-shorts pressed in between my cunt-lips, which made me hornier. Joy is right, I should wear skirts.

I wanted to help her with her luggage. She opened the trunk of her car, and she surprised me on how easily such a delicate lady could heave that big suitcase. I said, "I'll carry that".
But she said, "That's okay, I can carry it. If... you want me to stay a long time, you can get that one..."

There was a huge trunk, a "foot-locker", that is. It filled almost all the car's trunk.
My only difficulty was in figuring out how to get it out of there. Rosethorn helped point out this and that, and I finally got it out. I heaved it up onto my shoulder, then carried it with one arm, on my shoulder. It was what most people would call heavy, maybe 200 pounds. But I had no trouble.
As I carried it, Rosethorn said in her sweet voice, "You are so strong, Cleo!".

I had some trouble getting the trunk down the door-well of my house. I had to do a lot of bending over. That pressed the middle seam of my short-shorts way in my cunt. I was horribly horny. Finally, I got the trunk through the door and to the side of the room. I turned on the bigger light. Both lights were white-light-l.e.d. types, so they had this stark-white, day-light type of illumination.
Rosethorn was very beautiful in that light. She said, "What kind of lamp is that? That's nice!"
"It's l.e.d. bulbs. They use very little energy. I only have solar energy here.
"Oh, how marvelous!", she commented, delicately.

Rosethorn had turned around looking at the room and the lighting. I had my hand at my crotch to try to pull my short-shorts out of my cunt. She turned around suddenly and saw me doing that.
I was embarrassed, but she smiled so pretty and said, "If those bother you, you may take them off! I... want to see you nude! Your muscles are so gorgeous! You're so magnificent!"

Normally, I would have asked, "Are you sure?", but my cunt ached bad, and my short-shorts were sopping wet in the front. I took them off immediately. Oh! That was a relief! But I was so horny! I thought, maybe I could masturbate on something while taking a shower.
But that sweet Rosethorn said, "Did I do that to you?". And she said it so sweetly, and innocently. She fluttered her eye-lashes. She came up to me and leaned on my bosom.
"Take this off, too", and then I took off my tank top. I had already removed my sneakers at the door, so at that point, I was naked.

Sweet, delicate Rosethorn kind of rolled on my breasts, acted coquettish, looked at me askance with her big, brown eyes and smiled real pretty. She felt over my arms, shoulders, stomach and boobs.
"Am I safe, with you?", she asked, giggling, "Do you... want to fuck me?"
I didn't know what to say. I was super-horny. My cunt was putting out juice and it was running down my thighs, on the inside. I stammered, "I... I... maybe... we take showers, now..."
"I'm in danger, I think", Rosethorn giggled, while rolling around on my bosom. Her back was against my bosom, and her pretty head was way back, looking at me. She had a slim, delicate, pretty neck. And she was so cute, so pretty, just all over.
"You're not in danger", I assured, but in a shaky voice, effected by my horniness.
"Want me to help you?", she sweetly asked as she rolled around within my bosom and arms, to then face me.
I could only stammer, "I... I..."
That little cutie controlled me, and she knew it! She made a fist, a delicate, soft fist, and waved it in my face, saying, "I can defeat you with this, big woman!". She grinned real pretty, and giggled. Her giggle is like delicate music. She asked, "Do you believe me?"
I just said, "Yeah..."

She led me to my bed, "Come with me", she urged sweetly.
She directed me to lay down, on my back. She took off her delicate, white, see-through blouse, that long-sleeved one, so that now her slender arms were bare. Her arms were beautiful brown, and so slim. But, I could see that they were firm, and very fit. She went to my sink and washed her hands...
By this time, I knew what was coming. I was so horny, I could not think straight. I just hoped I knew what she was going to do.

She seemed experienced, and knew what to do. She got a bunch of paper towels, came over, and tucked them under my butt, under where my crotch was.

She planted herself, cross-legged, right up next to my crotch, between my legs. She grinned big and her eyes sparkled.
And yes, she fisted me, like Joy and Spring Forest does. With one arm, she shoved it deep, Oooo, it felt so good, and with the other arm, she pinched my tits. When she shoved her arm deep, the inside bend of her elbow pressed my clit. All this and she was doing my tits.

Oh man! The pleasure was so intense, 'til my memory almost fails on details from a few seconds before the first orgasm hit, to after the fifth orgasm was calming. She brought me to two more orgasms that I remember.

She's stronger and more fit than she looks. It's harder fisting me than one might think. Alex and Looking Snake both say their arms get tired. Joy and Spring Forest sometimes get tired arms. But Rosethorn fists me every day, and her arms never get tired. Everyday she brings me to two to five orgasms, sometimes together, or scattered through out the day.

So, back to that night; Rosethorn made me orgasm seven times. She smiled pretty, and was so delicate and gracious the whole time.

She and I took a shower together. When Rosethorn got naked, I was surprised how firm and fit she was. Actually, Rosethorn is as "muscular" as I, just not nearly as big.

She snuggled next to me, made sweet cooing noises, and then fell asleep. We both slept well and onto late, the next morning.

In the morning, actually, almost noon, I prepared a meal for us. I stayed naked, because Rosethorn said I could, and Rosethorn only wore a cute t-shirt, but nothing else. Even after a night's sleep, and without combing her hair, her hair is still smooth and pretty.

Rosethorn noticed my weigh-lifting bench. "Wow, these are all super heavy!", she delicately commented about my weights. She then pointed out, "Look at this Cleo, I lift weights too! Not as heavy as yours, of course!"

Delicate Rosethorn opened that big trunk. No wonder it was fairly heavy. She had weights in it... with other things.

She took out a dumbbell that was forty pounds, and did curls with it! One-arm curls. She took turns with each arm, with ten reps each. I had no idea she could lift that much. Alex lifts fifty pounds doing the same type of curls. She's almost as strong as Alex!

She did a few other exercises and sit-ups. She could do 200 sit-ups, just like that. When she stopped, she didn't stop cause she was tired and could not do any more, she just stopped because, that was it! She does 200 sit-ups then quits, per intention. Wow! She could do a lot more if she wanted to.

Later, we hiked around. I stayed naked, and she took off her t-shirt. Except for our shoes, we were naked. For walking, she wore sneakers, like me.
She wanted to use a mountain bicycle, but I had only one. Alex has extra ones I can use. I would fix one up for her.
She enjoyed the hike, and said it was beautiful in scenery. "I also like being able to go out nude! This is wonderful!", Rosethorn said.

She had been on a job-hunting trip. I told her, "Forget jobs, stay with me!"

She was hesitant at first, but I told her some of that stuff that Alex is always spouting; stuff like, we (humans collectively) are not here just to grovel away on some ant-hill, and things like, the job-world is evil, and is a concoction of the military-industrial complex to make us all slaves on a global plantation, and all sorts of stuff like that. Rosethorn was surprised to hear of such a way of thinking, but, agreed. Her only concern was that she was trouble for me...
"You're a BLESSING to me!", I insisted!

She giggled and giggled, and so cute and delightful while doing so. She finally said, "Okay, big woman, I will stay!"

"But you have a job", Rosethorn sweetly said when I told her, I had to go at three P.M. to get to the circus.
"It's only temporary. In two weeks, the circus leaves, and then I will stop going there. I have an income from investments, a little bit of farming, and muscle-woman jobs".

Rosethorn smiled sweetly and leaned on my bosom. She felt over my muscles. She asked me to do a muscle-pose. I stood spread-legged, raised my arms and flexed my biceps. Her hands looked tiny on my biceps while she felt them over.
"Oh! You make a super strong-woman for any circus!"
Rosethorn stood on her tip-toes and kissed my biceps, first on one side, then the other. Then she kissed and sucked my tits.
She giggled impishly, "Now, you want to fuck me! But I control you!"
Giggling, she swung around, holding on to my arms which I kept up for her to admire. Then I lowered my arms, pulled her into my bosom and hugged her gently. She giggled delicately within my bosom and arms. She led me back to my, now our, house, and then she fisted me through three fantastic orgasms.

She went with me to the circus. She was afraid to stay at my house alone. I said Alex and Joy can let you stay at their place, but sweet Rosethorn wanted to stay with me.

I got her a free pass to the circus. She wandered around as she pleased, and came often to see my show. She watched my show maybe seven or eight times. Each show I do the same thing. I just lift stuff, including the engine-end of a smaller-type pickup-truck, bend some steel, lift fantastic weights and even dance a bit. Then, when the show is over, the people file out, while I pose with my arms up and biceps flexed. As they file out, they can feel my biceps if they want. Some guys also feel my boobs and tits. I wear a very skimpy one-piece bathing-suit-like-thing that has a leopard-skin pattern. The circus management said it's synthetic, not real leopard.

The circus's next location would be in Denver. But that's just a little too far to commute. It's wearing out my truck and takes half a day just to get there. But circuses come often to Colorado Springs, Pueblo, Walsenburg and places like that where I can go. It makes good extra money in addition to that basic ten-thousand a year that automatically comes in, and some farming.
So after two weeks, it was back to just helping Joy and Alex tend the farm and help with Alex's hydrogen-making apparatus.

Okay, then came the time, that, as Alex and Joy described above, Alex and Joy went to Hawaii.
Thank goodness sweet Rosethorn was with me!
Or else, I would have been really sad. They could not take big me. I don't think the jet could even fly, if I went on. I asked about the dancing. Joy asked the management of that resort about me, later. Joy replied to me about me dancing there, some weeks later. She said that they might feature me, but again, as some sort of monster or freak. She would let me know.

At the moment of this particular up-date, Joy and Alex are still in Hawaii. I miss them so much! Their house, though mostly underground, sits so quiet. They didn't even come back during the summer. No farming activity. The land was quiet, so quiet, and empty. Again,
Thank goodness Rosethorn was here!

Rosethorn and I would hike to Joy's house. Rosethorn was fascinated with the way that only the pyramidal roof was above ground. In fact, the house did look like a low pyramid. But I so missed Joy and Alex. If tears came to my eyes, sweet Rosethorn kissed them away.

I wished Spring Forest and Looking Snake would come. They were still in Missouri. Spring Forest is selling her ballet school, but she's pushing for a good price. It has not sold yet.

But Rosethorn takes good care of me. She's always coming up with stuff. She has many spiritual abilities. On one moon-lit summer night, we hiked to the pavilion where I meditate. She brought an Indian drum.

She drummed a single, simple beat, continuously, while she sorta sang, softly and delicately, and spoke; kind of half spoke and half sang. She put me into a special altered state. Next thing I knew, I was following Alex while he rode a bicycle. He apparently carried martinis to a couple men in suits who were sitting in a rickshaw that Joy was pulling.

It was strange. I didn't have a body. I was a point, hovering in the air. I could go anywhere. No one could see me. First I followed Joy, then I followed Alex. Joy was buck naked. Wow! She looked great! She wore all kinds of jewels and stuff, but was naked. Those guys liked that!

Then...
I was waking up... I was in my meditation pavilion. Rosethorn's sweet, smiling face was right up to mine. She brought me to full consciousness with a delicate kiss.
"Did you see Joy and Alex?"
"Yes! How did ya know?"
"Oh, I knew", Rosethorn grinned, then added, "Anytime you want, I can send you there. Just ask...", and then she delicately kissed me again.
Mmmm! I love Rosethorn, I love her, I love her, I love her!

Well, um... I guess that's it. I... guess I could talk about more sexy stuff, but, it gets repetitious... to read that is. But wow! I never get tired of it!

Oh yeah, this stuff... It was later that Rosethorn began doing this stuff; I guess she had to wait to make sure I was clean, had no diseases and so on. But now, before fisting me, she licks my cunt and seems to enjoy my cunt juice.
Oh! And, yeah, she sucks my tits so often, that now, they're making a little milk. She actually drinks it. Rosethorn says it's good for her. She looks like she has gotten a bit heavier, stronger that is, but is still gracious. Her skin is more radiant that ever. Sometimes I wonder if she is a spirit that came to make me happy, but, she's real, all right. She has a back-ground, history, family, all that.

Rosethorn sucks my tits for a little milk, then licks my cunt, then fists me. She makes me orgasm intensely. I often pass out from the sheer hugeness of the ecstatic pleasure!

Sometimes she will quickie-fist me while we're away from the house, hiking. We hike and bicycle all over our lands. I have taken her to see Blue Beaver and other Indian friends. She charms anyone she meets.

Okay, um... well, I guess that's it...

Um... Joy and Alex are still in Hawaii. If they stay there on to the autumn, they probably won't come back all winter, because winter is that resort's busiest time. I miss them so, but sweet Rosethorn takes good care of me.

Well... bye! I guess either I or Alex or Joy will up-date when something worthy of reporting happens. Bye!


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