Are you a doctor or something?” The cook asked, still not liking me in there.“No, but I’m a farm boy and we are no stranger to calming down a mo...ma who is about to give birth. Only ... this one can talk back!” I joked, getting a half giggle, half snort from the waitress and a roll of the eyes from the cook.Melissa was doing this odd panting thing, breathing in big and then blowing out a little at a time in short, quick breaths. I watched inside and could see that it was not doing a whole lot. I had time, so I headed to Facebook to check things out. To my delight, they had added some old pictures of my mother that they must have pulled from albums and scanned. There was one of her at twenty-two, posing in a sundress. That had been the year she met Dad. I had come along a year later. The best was a close-up portrait shot from around the same time. Her eyes immediately caught my attention.“Maybe that’s why Melissa’s eyes seem familiar,” I gasped.I had somehow not clued in that. There was a contraption like a circular washing line, to which I was attached, and made to go round in circles. By a process of elimination and repetition, I learned to walk, trot, gallop, and stop on signal. After about three days I was quite proficient. One evening, after I had eaten, I was bent over a rail, and a stallion was led into my stall. He knew just what to do, and in a flash he had mounted me. His cock was enormous, both lengthways and in its circumference, and I was fully. Up to this point in my life I had only ever had one girl blow me who was alright at it but this girl Andi, she took my whole dick down her throat like it was nothing. I'm not the biggest guy but my cock is a solid 8 inches long and pretty thick. The first stroke she was balls deep. It felt great, and was also the coolest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Fucking her mouth and throat I was in heaven, just then though we heard footsteps and quickly shoved her head away and hid my cock back in my.