Calling his Dan his head farm manager informing him about the loss of Betsy, "what Steve we don't have a pig that is good enough to replace Betsy" Dan...said. Steve hung up the phone and returned to the charcoal mess that use to be his tent, "Dan says we don’t have a chance without Betsy, so we might as well go home" he said looking in to the blue teary eye's of his daughter, it was at this moment he got an almost insane idea but time's being what they are changing fast he thought it just might. She broke off my attentions and moved down the bed, allowing her tongue to lick on my precum covered knob. Mom then ran her tongue down the length of my cock and licked my aching balls, taking each one into her mouth, before making her way up to my knob again. Her position was such that her rear was now by my head and I eased her round so I could get her legs either side of my torso, giving me a wonderful view of her hairy pussy, and glistening cunt. She moved her arse so that I could lick her. "I should have called or written," he said. But I was not sure you'd want to hear from me. It was wrong of me not to contact you. But when we were on our way here I couldn't stop thinking about you and the last time we were together. I thought, we're both adults now. Don't we owe it to ourselves Mrs. B? Don't we owe ourselves a chance to at least say hello, to see each other? We had a loving relationship and I think I was special to you. You were certainly a very special woman in my life;. I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." When it came time to write something I picked up my pen with my left hand and wrote away as if I had always been left-handed. I could see the teacher look at me doing so, and frown as he puzzled over his previous impression that I was right-handed. I could see him give up on the effort, and it made me smile.Several of my classmates did remember that I was right-handed, so word of my instant left-handedness spread. This built on recent talk about my very.