She had put my daughter to bed a half hour earlier and it was apparent by her puffy eyes and running mascara that she had been crying. Concerned, I to...k her hand and guided her to the couch where we sat down together. I asked her what was troubling her and it all spilled out with a fresh river of tears. She confessed that she was heart broken that the boys never paid her any attention because she was so ugly and that she had never even kissed a boy. I was touched by her honesty and aroused by. Choose one."Her grandfather whispered. "You will take a few soon. But if you don't choose, we will throw you in."Knowing she would be torn apart if she was thrown in there, she chose a big German shepherd, who looked to be the smaller of them. But she noticed a Great Dane and pitbull were also put on a leash, and she cried as she was led towards the tack room but she noticed the horses, grateful she would not be forced on one.The owner whispered. "I saw you noticed the horses. Oh don't be. Every sound seemed to fade, except our controlled, if not tortured breaths, caught up in their individual sensations.I felt my man hole stretch, the slight tingling discomfort making me catch my breath. My ass cheeks were slightly raised off the bed, my lower body supported by my feet around his neck. Opening my eyes, I looked up at Martin, his eyes were screwed shut as he concentrated on the slow shallow and purposeful thrusts into me. My wet and hungry hole accepted him, one inch at a time,. I have no problem with them at all. How do you feel about them Marg?” “They seem OK to me as well. Will it give me an opportunity to spend some time alone with each of you?”“That all depends on circumstances. If each of us respects the others rights then it may be possible from time to time but generally, it will be Julie and me together and we may invite the two of you to join us. If Julie wants to, then I can see no reason why Julie may spend some time with you, Marg, while Cherie spends time.