Posted by Sara on July 22, 2002 at 13:34:31:
Brother Owen and I were traveling by buggy to the post office on Saturday. He pulleth the buggy over to the shoulder of the road and pulleth out an extra set of reigns. My knees trembled. He tooketh me to the rear of the buggy and bound me with the reigns. He slowly untied my bonnet. The raised my plain black dress over my child bearing hips. He licketh the sweet spot repeatedly. I tried not to squeal. The mouth action was more than Jebediah or Malachi could have ever given. I feel ashamed now. I lust for Brother Owen. But I have baked bread and quilted with Elizabeth, Owens wife for years. Owen telleth me that Elizabeth doesnt allow him to feast as I do. But I know that Elizabeth is a feaster as well, as we have made creamy butter together... What should I do?