Some are speed horses, some are pleasure horses and some I breed for cattle handling. I hope to have the blood of this big horse in all my horses. I�...ve heard so much about you and your horse, I even read an article in a newspaper that a friend of mine brought from Kansas City the other day. You seem to attract a lot of attention Tom,” The big man laughed.“Yes Sir, but I don’t like a lot of attention, the trouble just seems to find me.”They were riding alongside a well kept wood rail fence, then. ?She threw her arms around him happily, and he held her close for a full minute before drawing back. ?Now,? he said, ?you?d better go and take a shower.?Megan nodded, and she proceeded to climb the stairs slowly, cradling her bulging panties in her hands as she went. Upstairs in the bathroom, she stripped off everything but her panties, then she switched the shower on and climbed in when it reached her desired temperature. Finally alone with her poo, she plunged her hand into the front of her. I have to get Owensout of here."Get out Mr. Owens!" I say. "Go home!" Is that the way to treat a guest who just got here and paid for dinner?"he feigns injury. "The affront of it..." Mr. Owens gets to stay. He's nice!" Jenny commands."He's not playing," Stewart tries to reason.Jenny appraises Owens for a moment and proclaims."Yes he is! He's the grampa!" she cries out. "You want to be the grampa?"she asks him."I believe I would be an ideal grampa," he says."See!" Jenny declares. "And he looks. She thought, ‘OH GOD, I could be his mother!’But ... well, from Jen’s description, he and his mom had been ... Lovers? Sex? She felt a desire building.He sat down on the grass, and she followed his lead. He laid back, and her eyes widened as his now hardened pecker stood up with him, not covering himself in any way. She took a deep breath and lay back beside him. He talked about things; the beauty around them, some of their journeys, how their parents had gotten back together ... and then how.