The trees were fairly close, I use to love to watch the birds flit from tree to tree and the deer come down to the creek to get a morning drink. It wa... a wonderful place to grow up. By the time I got the milking done, my Uncle had done the rest of the chores, feed the chickens and gather the eggs and make sure the pigs had feed in the self feeder.We would all sit down to eat breakfast together and then I would have to run to catch the bus at the end of the long lane into the farm. By the time I. The bastard.It was bad enough when he was just hanging out. On a few occasions he would decide that Rachel needed to be punished. I watched him do it, or I heard him do it, and I salivated, or, to be more accurate, my pussy salivated. I was jealous of my daughter. I wanted it to be me. I missed a hard hand on my ass almost as much as I missed a hard cock in my cunt.When Jeff introduced Rachel to my playroom, it opened a whole new world for them, but for me it was like I was a kid with my nose. Her anger collapsed into pain. She rushed over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her.Sobbing, she said, “Mommy, take me away from here.”There were no doubts in his mind as to what Lisa had said. He didn’t know why, but it was clear that she thought he didn’t love her.He looked at June and asked, “Do you know what is going on?”June couldn’t answer. Tears welled up in her eyes, her throat felt swollen, and she couldn’t breath. She didn’t need to answer. Her guilt was written on her face.. She lived in one of those fast-growing southern states now and she was happy to be out of the snow and ice once and for all, but she was smart enough to know the south got awful hot in the summertime and she needed to dress real cool to make her outdoor work a lot more comfortable.That was the reason why she was out in the garden on the side of the house pruning the tomatoes, the strawberries and the giant sweet potatoes in the big planter that had belonged to the lady next door for the longest.