I slept among leaves.I awoke in the cold morning to the sight of a prancing fawn and its mother. I went to them and stroked them. Wanting to play, the...fawn nuzzled me and leapt at me. The mother came to me gently with mysterious eyes. She nursed me, and I drank my fill.I stood on a hill and looked down on a collection of buildings so brightly lit that, even from afar, my shadow was cast on the foliage beyond. The place had a large parking lot with many large trucks. Beyond the trucks were three. The slur was a reference to his dark complexion and not a racial thing."The fucking jockey pulled the horse and it came in third," he moaned."So?" continued the speaker."So what you want me to say? Horse got pulled. Most unfair," Vince snarled."Whoa, your mother never told you life is unfair? Too bad. So how about settling up loan," the speaker said.He didn't raise his voice but there was a lot of push in it. Vince began to look uncomfortable."I told you the horse got pulled," he moaned. "It. So I moved up behind him and challenged him, asking if he was talking about me. He tried to deny it, then I asked if any girls were close enough to overhear them. And Hillary stood up and said she had been listening, and that they were indeed talking about me. Oh, what a relief! I barely knew Hill, other than she was a year behind me.“Hill, he said my tits were like cantaloupes, right? Here, give me your hand.” I then took her hand and guided it right to my tit. Now cantaloupes is not even. She played with the cocks rubbing them over each other and then back tip to tip. Soon the cocks began to drip cum and she used the cum to rub their cocks together. She was using the cocks of each one to feel the other up. It was very erotic and once they got over the shock seemed to like it. The cocks were dripping wet with the precum. She rubbed the dad's cock over the son's belly then rubbed the son's cock over the dad's belly leaving a streak of cum. Then she placed the cocks between each.