I must think!"Don Hugo was standing over his desk in his study. Papers lay strewn about the surface of it in a haphazard manner. Don Hugo wasn't even ...ooking at them. He was instead staring angrily at Don Diego. The man's velvet doublet was stained with drink and his eyes were red from a lack of sleep. The Spanish ambassador to the Portuguese court looked haggard at best."But your Excellency," Don Diego pressed, "if you do not rest you will not be able to think." Stop nagging me Diego," Don. The next night I made sure I was in bed before mom came in. I was hoping she would leave the door open again. No such luck. Mom went into the bathroom, closed the door, took her shower and then came to bed. After our goodnights and a quick kiss on the check she went to sleep. I had a more difficult time waiting for my cock to go down.The following night I thought I would give it one last try. I made sure I was in bed first. When mom came in she again went to the bathroom door. She closed it but. This of course gave me and opportunity to had a more extended view of Pat's showing slip.With the garage door now freed I went back to our house and assumed that the joy of the day was over.Just after lunch I went upstairs and glanced out of the bedroom window to see Pat just getting her lawnmower out of the garage. She was wearing the same skirt. And the same slip. However this time I could see nearer two inches at the back and an inch at the front. Pat started mowing and after a couple of. Of course we trained him to stop digging as well as training him on other things”. The meaning of that last statement was not lost on the visitors. Headed into the barn there was a horse tied up on the middle of the barn. “We tie them up and relieve them when necessary. Victor, you mentioned you would like to see that. It is simple. I manipulate the horse’s penis until he shoots. That keeps a horse calm when the mares are not on heat. Perhaps you want to see that”.Victor grins “well that sounds.