Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish for ponygirls. Not to mention we needed plenty of trucks to operate the estate. Running the est...te like a farm was the only practical idea since it had to be relatively self sufficient due to its remote locale.Trade in captured ponygirls was the main cash flow of the farm. Our head-honcho knew that the idly rich loved to spend their dirty money on dirty things, and thus employed plenty of us. Most of the employees worked for peanuts, I mean. I unsnap my bra and take it off revealing my 40DDD tits you love so much. The cool air in our house hits my nipples and immediately they begin to get hard straining for your mouths attention. Bending over, I slowly pull my panties down giving you a full view of my sweet tight chocolate pussy and thick chocolate ass. Last but not least, I straddle the kitchen chair to take off my heels. You see my tight pussy spread for you as I lift one leg up and put it on the back of the chair. Then the. "They're impressed by yourManhood." Before he could answer I said "So am I." He just smiled and said,"One year a woman and her husband asked me if they could take pictures of me."When they told me they would pay me $500, I said of course." I said casually,"We can pay $1000. But, my wife will pose with you." Sure, he said, many married couples have asked me the same thing. its easy money" By now,I hada raging hard-on. I asked him if he'd mind posing for some pix now. It wouldnttake more than. I could see him getting a little weepy about dad not being there all the time. But having Andrea made such a difference in my life and the man that I had become. Sure, the sex was a big part of it, but it was the everyday things that we shared that made the bond between us so warm, close and open. Both aspects were something Kathy and I didn’t have. We didn’t get excited about those little conquests we had during the day, and quite frankly, we never shared them and never inquired about them.