“Teacher,” Ab said when they were far enough away from others that nobody could hear him. He was silent while a group of children ran past playing...tag. “Teacher,” he said again. There was a silence longer than the first one.“Yes.”“Teacher, what would I have to do so you would think about marrying me.”“Ab, I couldn’t possibly marry you.” Now, think of a reason. It can’t be race; she had already told him that she approved of interracial marriages, and she did. Just not for her. It couldn’t be. Marion's eyes shifted from his to the bar of hot flesh as it rose and thickened, and she watched it, fascinated, as it attained full size. Then she just stood there, staring, willing him to... what? Wave her closer? Tell her to get down on her knees and take it into her mouth? Order her to bend over and drop her pants? She realized that if he asked, she would do any of those things, without hesitation; she was on fire! But he just stood there... Aaron sensed her thought process as though he was. Yes, yes, yes! "Oh Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!" I hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new. We shipped fourteen ten-gallon cans this morning, so we're shipping about 1200 pounds a day and feeding the hogs a hell of a lot of skim milk."Sam stood up and went to the end of the dinning area with his cell phone. He had a long conversation, and then came back. When he sat down, Sam offered, "We'll give you market price for raw milk, and come to get it from you daily. We'll bring clean cans to replace what you ship."I told him, "I know milk is not bringing any money right now, but we're.