All her efforts to control him had been of no use and he had tossed her twice and all efforts by the local hospital were to no avail. She had died in ...he operating theatre. The bull obviously could not be allowed to live and shortly afterwards meet his fate at the local abattoir.Fred had recently been told that he had a terminal illness and had with luck about six months to live. His daughters were no trouble but he knew that they lacked experience and they would not be able to manage the farm. Mother collapsed and lay prostrate on the bed. After a couple of minutes my mother lover crawled up to me and wrapped her arms around me and started to lick and suck my ear. I could feel my cock starting to harden once again. It got even harder when she started stroking it very lightly. My mother whispered in my ear. “Baby I love you more than anyone in the world.” I whispered back, “I love you to mom.” There was a pause and then my mother told me, “Baby it is not a mother son love, but the. I've spent a lot of my time over the past few dayswrapping toys for them."That in itself was some indication of how uncertain Helmut was about thefuture of the village. Most of his old toys - which were plentiful andof very high quality - had been stored in a room in one of the towers tobe brought out when he had children of his own. Only now he'd nowdecided to play Santa and hand them out to the children of the villageinstead. Gerda too had donated her old toys so that there would be giftsfor. His resolve was now gone. His own ego at this beautiful girl, sexually aroused by him, and behaving like a wild animal, dissolved any clear thought on responsibility he might have had.She looked down before wrapping her petite little hand around his erect shaft."Hhhmmm. It's much nicer than I've been imagining."Why has she been thinking about me? There is nothing special about me, or my cock. She could have a boyfriend, no problem.His thoughts began to trail to his wife, again. "Zoe, don't you.