“Nuh. . nothing Daddy.”Tom walked over, looking into the pen as the male pig shot into the sow. Susan noticed it too, her body trembling suddenly,...so close to the orgasm it was denied. Tom looked back at her, noticing her reaction.“You were watching the pigs,” he realized with disgust.“No Daddy! I’m sorry!”“What is the matter with you? You . . you’re disgusting.”“I didn’t mean to!” she objected.“This is what you like? Watching pigs?”“I didn’t mean to! Daddy, I’m sorry!”He walked away, deeper. He drew me close to my body as he began to take off my bra. I could feel him growing through his jeans. Soon, my breasts were free and my nipples were very hard. He had them in his hands slowly massaging them and sucking ever so slightly on my nipples. He carefully bit down and with that escaped a moan. “Ohhhhh Ron, that feels so good,” I scraped my nails up his back and slid off his shirt . Carefully, I dropped down to my knees and took off his belt and slid down his jeans, revealing silk. .." His eyes roamed across my body, settling onmy chest. "Way better than your old one, right, Marco? How does it feel?" Weird," I croaked out, in my new voice. Gosh, that was a realunderstatement. And hearing my new voice only made it weirder."Really?" he chuckled, as he reached downward until both palms pressedagainst my now-ample bottom. "Because you might just be the hottest galI've ever met."When he gave me a groping squeeze, I couldn't help but yelp.Pushing me onto the couch, he spread my. "Later," he thought as he let their mouths part.The heat was obvious in her face and eyes. Not quite lust, but nymphet heat. Not quite total desire, but it was there, glowing at himHe stepped back a ways directing her to keep her face toward the lens, firing away a bevy of shots. She was a natural he thought to himself. Every shot or position he moved her into was better than the last. Of course each little move had to be directed by a touch, some more intimate than others.One time, while he.