Maybe he just wanted to finish what we started on The Enterprise. However it happened, I realised that this was my Celebrity Bang. My own words from t...at night we got engaged rang in my ears: “And if I’m being banged by a Hermione-fancier in the dark – in my red dress – and I only work out half way through that it’s not you, then I’m free to continue.” Well I wasn’t exactly in the dark, but I was unsighted. And I wasn’t in my red dress anymore. But Josh was most definitely a Hermione-fancier. I never considered love as an option.I always liked children and I always wanted to have my own. That was the only requirement that I was planning on putting on my application. The woman that I ended up with must be willing and able to have children.I unwrapped my bean and beef burrito. My hands were enormous, gnarly, and rough. They were ideal for handling the hot, gushy delicacy that was my supper. I spent all day operating heavy equipment and even when I wore gloves, my mitts still looked. ‘Give me your wallet, muthefucker, or I’ll slit you like a fish.’ John turned slowly, raising his hands. ‘Okay, easy now. Let me get my wallet, okay?’ he replied quietly, looking at his assailant who seemed to be of average height, thin and wiry, and brandishing a lethal looking blade. John frowned as he saw how young this punk was – no more than 17 or 18. ‘Quick, don’t fuck with me. Get it now,’ Seconds later the punk was on the ground, groaning and holding an arm that was probably broken.. That embrace lasted a long time while neither of them said anything. Then, hand in hand they went to the barn to get the first breeding pair done.Perhaps because of that conversation, it only took two pairs of horses before Molly was fairly jumping with horniness. When Chance led the second stud to the mare and let him loose, she watched as that long hard cock entered the mare and felt her own pussy squelch. She wanted some hugs and kisses.She got them. Chance, being a male, was almost always.