I crossed the railway line using the pedestrian bridge crossing and into the woods on the other side. Jean used Lower Hill farm, (my farm) basically f...r beef production. Keeping her farm upper hill farm for the milking herd. Currently the milking herd was in the region of about 125, so hand milking twice a day was a big task.I had just entered the wood, when I heard a blast from a shotgun. I moved towards the sound, and came into a clearing. It took me about four minutes to arrive at the scene.. Well, now I finally felt something I could identify again. Guilt. I took her hand, and she squeezed mine and interlaced her fingers. They were warm and kind of sweaty. ‘I’m sorry Kimmy, I really fucked things up,’ I said after a minute. ‘It’s okay. You were right. I mean obviously. I was being a silly girl thinking I could just move up there with you, like, ‘surprise!’ I imagine you’re even busier now than you were last year, plus who knows if I’d have been able to make it on my own to even. A wave of relief washed over me, and I sat down hard. I was so elated. I sent ‘ok’ nothing more just that. Sometime later I began to wonder if it was just a ruse, and a put off, so I spent the night on edge wondering, I was up before Jack and saw him off, a nice fine day, an early breakfast did little for my already nervy mental state, so when the phone began to vibrate I near jumped from my skin. The message read; different van will be early, wear stockings, knickers and a peephole bra. The golden phallus between her slim, angular hips thrusting back and forth while she kissed her best friend, Alifa, whilst her mother and all her guests would stand around admiring and cheering them on.And how sweet did Elise's vagina smell! Sweeter even than her mother's. And such perfect, unbroken folds. Such a firm and proud clitoris. Zoot grabbed Elise by the back of her neck and thrust her face against her own for a long slobbery wine-tinged kiss, while a languorous Alifa ran her fingers.