I know that there is a story that I am itching to know. Gazoo’s chat with me earlier had let me know Challa is someone who belongs here.While the la...ies tackled the kitchen I went to check on the horses. I saw several extra stalls that I knew wasn’t there before. I had big two barrels of smelliness that needed to be elsewhere. Challa came out where I was, and began helping to finish cleaning up the barn. Clyde and company knew by now to move over by the doors while I cleaned the stalls. I saw. The next two turns he made, I was trying to figure out where he was headed, but I had also wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and was stroking it, enjoying the length and thickness as I slid my mouth from the base to the tip."Fuck this."He slammed on the brakes after a quick jerk at the steering wheel, and I pulled my head from his lap.With a glance out the window, I could tell he'd pulled into a parking lot, shaded with trees and not well lit on this corner. There was a boat parked on. She was as comfortable in mens clothing as women's but when out in public, off the farm or when visitors were expected, she was a perfect lady. She grabbed her hat - much like the men wore also - wide brim to shade her eyes with a rawhide tie under her chin. She also had her work gloves tucked into her back pocket. The thin chain and locket that she always wore the only truly feminine thing she wore - except her underclothes, of course. Her chemise and the knickers had been altered to wear. We’re collecting the details as we speak. I should have a report for you by tomorrow.’ ‘Good work, Sam. I trust you also took care of the girls?’ ‘Of course, Ian. Just fines this time. No additional problems that I can see for now.’ ‘Great. I’ll be back up there in two weeks, Sam. We should have dinner together.’ ‘Let me know your schedule, Ian, and I’ll arrange it. See you in two weeks.’ Several times during the day, Ian received calls on his cell phone updating him on events throughout the.