It was just like he remembered it – before Carver’s black riders had come through. Puddles sparkled in the yard, the chickens made a racket in the...hen house and the familiar aroma of manure wafted from the stables. Rhys opened the door to the farm house. His mother, Mara, stood at the hearth, stirring the large kettle. Whatever she cooked, it smelled much better than anything she usually managed.“I’m home,” Rhys said. “This actually smells really nice.”“Have a seat,” Mara said. He hesitated.. I also managed to slip her panties down to reveal a neatly trimmed virgin pussy.Rosie then took a step back, I thought OK that's it time to go home.How wrong could I be. She just said, "Are you OK with this? I want another lesson but I also want you to make love to me, please be my first."I just nodded in disbelief, and she was on me like a shot, knocking me back on the bed and taking control of my semi erect cock.She started just giving me a good hard rub then she went to work with her mouth,. ”“You don’t mind?” Linus asked.“Other women? Sometimes I’m happy that they take the time. It keeps me from having to try to please all of them every night. That would be a huge problem for any man,” I said as I walked out of the administration building for our township.The first thing I noticed was thenumber of people enjoying the sunshine. I counted more than a dozen women laying out in bikinis on towels before I gave up and started to walk towards my home.I had walked about half the way. That was typical, thought Brad."So what do you study, Bradley?" she ventured. He smiled coyly, deciding to have a little fun."Why don't you guess? I'll bet you already know!" he said with a sly grin. Brad liked to mess with girls' heads.'HE DOESN'T LIKE ME!' Ellie screamed from within. She had done everything wrong! She wore the wrong clothes, she had forgot to milk her breasts, and... and... she still hadn't figured out those... what were they? Bray, Bry, what were they called? Those things.