Independence Day

We will be celebrating our national cumming out party here with friends at our funky little neighborhood parade, followed by  a pig roast  in the garden of a restaurant down the street. There will be music, a chili pepper eating contest, goofy floats, horses, and probably a little too much to drink and eat.

So it's probably good we had a more laid back yesterday. Of course, we fit in our "two-a-day" sex regime, and a bracing bike ride. There's Mistress on her flashy bike jersey on a little rest break after a long up-hill climb.

And of course with the sun out it was  hard for Mistress to resist a little more sunning, taunting her "field slave" with her lush naked body as I continued to perform the typical maintenance tasks required at any 2nd home.  By now her campaign to eliminate those Midwest swim club tan lines is almost complete, don't you think:

By the end of the day we were too lazy to go into town for the music we had planned to take in. Our patio and the upcoming sunset were too tempting. So Slave whipped up some dinner and we spent the evening outside watching the evolving drama in the skies until the chilly air got to Mistress, who was dressed in a nightie that was barely there. Maybe she was trying to distract the prairie dogs?