”Vern introduced himself as the herd moved up the trail, calmly across behind him and toward the loafing shed. The farmer’s wife had told me Vern ...as their permanent employee, the “best capable of the retarded men”. She said Vern had the mentality of about a twelve year old. He was a big guy and his true age I guessed about 30 something. He was apparently the brightest of his work gang and assumed their leader.He wore a cap very well worn and kind of permanently squashed to close fit his head.. She also stood out because she didn't beckon me to come over with her finger, she gave me a subtile wink and let me get a good look at her body. She was thin, pale skin, platinum blonde hair, nice b-cup titties and a nice round ass, I was so impressed I walked by a couple of times, which I think she knew because when I passed by for the third time she didn't wink but blew me a little kiss. After this kiss I walked till the end of the block and there I doubted for a while if I should go back, I. He had very soon solemnly and genuinely declared his commitment to "bethe best girl for Auntie, and to do everything I can to rid myself ofsilly tomboy ideas."There followed days of repetitive dressing up, practising speakingprettily, using those "adorable" proper words for a young lady, make uppractice, and perfecting poise and posture.Trudy was even more inventive than Missy's previous visit in assigninglittle tasks to her charge. Missy learnt every style and fashion ofbrassiere and it's. .. oh fuck... oh... oh... oh fuck me! Pound my pussy! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” The rhythm built quickly, furious now. Vanessa's hand kept up with the pace, her palm cradling my balls and her fingers gripping the very bottom of my buttocks. One finger slid between them, and pressed against my asshole. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.” Her finger was already well-lubricated – probably from the pussy now wetly gripping my cock – and it slipped easily up my arse. “Ai! Ah!” I said, going momentarily up on.