"I went inside to get ready to work in the barn. When I announced that we had to get down to the barn, Heather started crying again."Do I have to?" It...won't hurt you to work with a few animals. You're sister does not seem to be having a problem doing it, you can handle it too." But Mom." No buts. Get dressed and get moving now young lady."Emily was snickering listening to this exchange between her sister and her mother. We started making our way to the barn. All we could hear was Heather. He was just a huge shadowy presence, a hard maleness above and behind me, his body touching, rubbing, squeezing mine as his organ slid back and forth inside my gut.I clenched my teeth as he hammered into me, my orgasm slowly receding but not taking the hot sexual need with it. He continued to thrust into me, his hips slapping loudly against my wet soapy ass cheeks as he mauled my tender breasts.I felt myself flying upward again into another orgasm, my body trembling and shaking, my head bobbing. She’d been with Brad for six months, longer than she’d stayed with any boyfriend. Henry had been her first steady, and the first to to take off her bra, when they were both 16. Using her hand, she’d sprayed his cum on her developing breasts. About a year later, she thrilled when Jared sweet-talked her into their first blow job and later, out of her virginity. They parked the car on the circular drive and carried the cooler, their towels, and bags to the pool around back. With the cooler under a. Now Maggie remains in a coma with little hope of recovery. I managed to function, but that might be a generous description. The stress of Maggie's condition, job pressures and unpaid bills combined to wear me down to an empty shell of my earlier self. My poor performance at work was the first signal. I was in a funk of despondency and couldn't lift myself out of it. The household chores didn't get done. Dishes piled up; beds went unmade and unchanged. Worst of all, I sat by Maggie's bed in the.