Henry decided to give her something. Henry knew that chickens were always needed on a farm. Knowing their supply list had no chicken feed, he thought ...hey ate their last one. Henry wanted to fix this problem for her. "Follow me, I have something for you."Henry walked into the barn, and waited for Rose to follow him. When she walked in, he closed the door behind her. "Wait here." When Henry returned he had five baby chicks in a small box."Normally I would keep them, but I know you need. Angie told me she had to get home and feed the babies. "What about I buy something and bring it to your house?" She hesitated, looked at me, a 59 year old man, and probably thought I was harmless, and said "o.k."To be honest, I was just trying to help her, not hit on her. She gave me her address, and I told her I would be there in half an hour.When I arrived, the children were asleep and Angie was putting away the groceries. We sat down to eat lunch, talked and laughed. She said her. A finger disappeared, as she pushed inside of me, gently as deep as she could go. My hips heaved at her hand as she withdrew, the feeling surging through me was like heaven, I felt a sense of loss as her finger came out.But then she was pushing again, two fingers this time, and her thumb was rubbing my button. I could actually see it, like never before, jutting out from it’s normally hidden place, it jumped as she flicked.Her fingers were going faster now, as she moved them in and out. I could. In the days to come, Harold was to become suspicious of Helen's motives and inclinations. Sometimes he got the impression that she liked the dogs more than she liked him. But as long as he got a blowjob out of it, he wasn't complaining.Helen visited the pet shop twice a week--more often when Harold phoned to inform her that a new consignment of fuckable dogs had arrived. He had dogs of all breeds and Helen was enthusiastically fucking her way through the whole canine species. She adored.