His doting mother read a book, while she was pregnant, about a dashing, Confederate General named Pierre Gustave Toutant-Beauregard and his gallantry ...n both the Mexican American and Civil Wars.Unwilling to even try spelling Pierre, Gustave, or Toutant, she settled on the surname, Beauregard, for her only son. Anxious that he have a thoroughly uncommon name and that he be brought up in a refined and protected environment, she gave detailed instructions to her hen-pecked husband and wrote out. I say, "Ok, you two decide who goes first or whatever. Just forget that I'm in the room. I won't touch you but I may need to arrange your positions somewhat so I can get a good picture. Is that ok?"They both nod their approval and I say, "Great, get it on you two."They start to hug and kiss and undress each other. This to me seems to take way too long but finally they are naked. She has very nice boobies, round with large brownish nipples. Her bush is thick with brown curly hair. His cock is. It will remain me of college parties.’ Irene grinned and sighed, ‘Oh yeah and about as nasty.’ After sorting themselves out the two young bulls took turns mounting the heifer. Semen was flying about and when everything settled the heifer began eating grass, practically staggering. ‘Your description was very apt,’ Irene giggled as they headed back along the dusty track to the house. ‘Are you married?’ ‘Was, waiting for my divorce to come through. She spent too much money on herself for my liking. He had fired his last shot for the evening and drifted off watching Char’s ongoing performance on the screen. *** Giggling girls and a knock on Red’s door brought Len back to consciousness. Red and Emily were drinking wine and sharing stories or maybe comparing notes when the sound of Char’s voice got everyone’s attention. A slightly tipsy Red rhymed, “Come on in, the wine is fine, your husband is done, we hope you don’t mind!” More giggling ensued as who Char had been used every way possible.