I had read about nocturnal emissions but while I had sometimes woken-up feeling a bit wet in my pyjamas, I hadn’t witnessed it before and I was both...thrilled and excited.My heart was beating fast in my throat. Meanwhile, my own organ, which had been tightly squashed between my legs as I lay scrunched-up beneath the bedclothes, was already stiff and emitting a dribble of its own because, as I moved my legs under the bedclothes, my pyjamas now felt quite damp. But I was still under the bedclothes. " Well, take your pick, lover boy," Pedro said to me, belting me on the back in friendly fashion. "You gonna fuck one of these here critters or are you not?" This is ridiculous," I said. "You can't just walk up to any old cow in a field like that. You have to get them in a special stall in a barn--otherwise they'll never stand still for it." Ah-h, you're getting chicken," Bessie said."Cow's are no good anyhow," I told them. "You've got to stand on a box or something to come up to their level,. I also wanked myself silly thinking about what she would look like in the items I had chosen.I booked time off work and booked my flights, I was ready. I went to bed at night with a hard cock and often woke with one too. As I masturbated I was filled with eager anticipation of what was about to happen. Then came the coronavirus.Ireland seemed to grasp the seriousness of the situation a lot more quickly than the UK. Our newly elected buffoon of a prime minister just waffled and made up policy on. Tell me to fuck you, mom, tell Joy to fuck you. Tell Joy to fuck his mom.”“Joy, now start fucking your mom.”After two minutes of gentle strokes, he started increasing the speed of his thrusts. Hee was pounding me like a heavy machine gun. In another minute, he got my pussy muscles churning involuntarily and creating ripples throughout my body.“Seems like you’re enjoying Joy fucking you, mom,” He gasped between the thrusts, “Tell Joy how well he is fucking his mom.”I was in no mood to refuse and.