”On our way back, we met three tractors, each pulling three loaded wagons, headed to the rail yard. Joaquin and Alejandro were driving the first two...tractors and one of the new drivers was driving the third. They were waving and smiling as they passed by.As we rode on toward the farms, we met the rural mail carrier in his old beat-up automobile. We rode our horses off into a plowed field to stay out of his dust as he whizzed by. When we came to Tom’s place, we stopped so he could check his. " Then, she gripped my arm, swung the stall door open, and shoved me inside so hard I was slammed up against the partition."Hey, shit!" I started to say, stunned, but before I could figure out what was up, this girl grabbed my hair and, and with the other hand, slapped my face forward and backward, twice, leaving my eyes filled with tears and my cheeks humming with pain."I saw you throwing your pretty little ass at my boyfriend, slut!" She gripped my neck now, holding me against the partition,. Pushing him away, I gently took it from his hands. Hopping from the shelf, I felt my breasts bounce. Dropping to my knees, I brought my lips to his hot shaft, letting my tongue dart out to taste the precum. Ever so slowly, I drew him in, closing around to suck and lick at his cock. Eventually I let him fall from my mouth, saliva coating him as I gently covered his rod with the rubber. My impatience for what was to come being quite noticeable as I hopped up and went back to the shelf, waiting. What Rachel saw in her dream was full of real caring. The mother made her daughter cum, because she wanted her to be happy, not out of some desire to control her. The girl in return made her mommy cum because she loved her.Rachel smiled and rubbed herself as she watched. Although she had recently suffered a great deal of abuse, the events of the dream were making her so hot and wet. The quiet but excited breathing of the young girl and her mother, the slurping and squishy sounds of fingers.