We both inquired about each other's lives :Hers, named Claudia mid-40's and married but separated from Her husband for 2 years and liking the freedom ...fter 20 years of marriage which involved dating and occasionally getting laid She said with a giggle.She then said I'm from Omaha which is a somewhat large City but lacking in excitement and variety of Men who She said,seem to be looking for their mothers or there ex-wife type ,..YUCK " She said with a grimace...She trailed off and then asking. “I know you want to breed me, Daddy.” I groaned my response. She ground her clit against my pubic bone. “Don’t you want to see me pregnant?” Again, I agreed. Anything to let me cum. I let out a groan, no longer trying not to cum. I didn’t care! “Petra, let me cum, please?” I begged. She leaned a little lower, letting me capture her nipple. I began to suckle. Suddenly she moved letting my hardness slip out, plopping against my belly. “No!” she whispered in my ear, “Not yet!” I felt her pinch. . ' I hope that will keep her from abandoning her current plan in favor of another, at least for now."I carried little Atea over to his mom and sister and gave Patricia a heartfelt kiss. "She tried to make it a choice between sleeping with her and losing the company. What she doesn't realize is that she and Lenny, in acquiring so much SyncComp stock may have given us a third option." Which is... ?" Patricia asked.I told her about my plans and got a kiss and a grin in return."You deserve more. ”I hopped into the truck, drove it forward so the pile of hay was in position. Carla ran back into the barn and within a minute, looked down from the open loft door, waved and started lowering the rope with a big hook on it. I climbed into the back of the truck, grabbed the rope and hook. After getting it around the twine, I pulled and lifted the bale up to where Carla could reach and take the hay to be piled. We got into a rhythm of hooking, pulling and piling.As we worked, beads of sweat.