If he wanted horses there was work to be done. Having a horse for every member of his bunch wasn't the most practical scheme to my way of thinking, bu... I wasn't about to tell him so.At first the concept of a barn to store food for his stock was hard for him to swallow. In his mind he couldn't get past the fact horses could feed themselves without the help of his people. He couldn't understand why they needed so much attention simply because he and his group wanted to keep them in one place.I'd. We pulled into the same rest stops each night and had a couple of games of spades in Stan's cab, before I would go back to my own cab and turn in for the night. Of course I would look at my magazines first. There were always these hookers cruising the truck-stops, looking for business, and I was curious a little. And hell. I'm not gonna lie. I fucked a few of them here and there. I mean, I'm alone on the road and I gotta get my nut, right?Then came the day that old Stanley Gray announced that. .. Can I?"Lindie leaned into our daughters lip range and they exchanged a kiss. "Sure," Lindie told us. Then she thwapped my butt saying, "Get ... you two! I'll bring the food out to the play room in a moment."The thrill was still in Michelle's voice when she said, "Thanks mom."I could see she had no intention of being put down so she would be under her own power. I didn't want it that way either. I was in heaven and I had my angel in my arms.We had taken but a few steps toward the monster. Don't you want to feel my real pussy, daddy?"She looked up at me with such innocent eyes the whole time stroking my cock like an expensive Las Vegas whore, I know, I paid for one a few years back. I don't let the wife waste all my money on granite counters and dining room valences. "Angel, my sweet dirty cock sucking angel, sit on daddy's cock." She responded without needing a second entreaty, mounting me with her agile full body and slowly, oh my god, so fucking slowly, moving down on my.