.."My turn. Bra size?"In seconds "36 d"As i read the msg 36 D ,Pre-comewas oozing from the head of my dick.I can clearly see it over my boxers. Sent h...r "Wow..."Got a quick reply from mom "its my turn are you a...virgin?"I simply answered "Yes."I sent her a msg "Its my turn, do you shave"couldnt beleive my mom would send me "ya i do , but its been a while, now its hairy!!!!"I sent her a msg " what are you wearing"I know she was wearing a yellow colour nightie, got a reply ..."im wearing a V. Walter Trimble. He was treated more than fairly considering his limited contribution to Black Gold Coffee. I'll let you know how my talk with them goes."I was patting myself on the back for dumping the first lawyer I called and contacting the recommendation of Lexi's father. If things turned out the way Rand expected, I would send Lexi's father a very nice bottle of single malt scotch. One good turn deserves another.The next day, I started looking for that bottle of scotch. Walter Trimble's. Need to stop doing that catch withthis hand. For the first time this month, there was a little extra moneyleft. Roxx took that money and purchased a new couch, finally gettingrid of the old one that had so much mileage on it from Robb, Kim, Mary,and only Lust knew who else over the lifecycle of shitty Americanfurniture.After the little altercation that left at least one assailant concussed;or probably worse now that she thought about it, she knew that Nikki wasfollowing her home.Not good. Her father employed many men, and they were all over the ranch at all times, inspecting the fencing and such. So, unwilling to take a chance on being discovered sucking her horse off or fucking him, Micki resigned herself to waiting until the meeting when she knew she could be alone with the stallion.Each time she grew especially horny and was tempted not to wait that long, she reminded herself that if she should be caught with Midnight's cock in her mouth or up her pussy, it would be all over.