That’s so not you! Not the David Leland that I recall growing up. The faithful boyfriend. The one-woman man. The jealous hubby who left Alycen over ...er adultery. The churchgoing Christian for a while there. The old-fashioned Southern gentleman, the respectable brother,” Dan chuckled at that bit of jarring news.“True, but I’m kinda tired of being the nice guy that always finishes last. And Christianity? I lost my faith in that happy horseshit when none of my prayers were answered and my. She was shaved almost bald, just a small patch of red hair sat on top of her slit.She spoke to Ms. Martin briefly then stood clenching her thighs and rocking back and forth from one foot to the next as the music started again. Ms. Martin spoke to Debbie who laid on her back on the stage. Even on her back, her massive titties stood up proudly.The woman came over knelt down and straddled Debbie’s head, then lowered her face down to Debbie’s pussy. Debbie spread her legs wide and allowed the woman. Then, in an instant our lives touched. I needed an ear, so I grabbed the closest familiar face I could find. Damn, how lucky am I that it was he. The switch from proverbial shoulder to cry on to lover seemed fluid. It was just a natural occurrence. A mutual need. He sparked my interest, dancing around me, weaving laughter, heat and need. I thought it would be a momentary slaking of lust. It became so much more. Have you ever opened a bit of yourself to someone, and had that vulnerable spot. "Hina wants to try her hand at milking," Amanda said. "Sure. We have some in the pen that need milking. Come with me," Max was eager to please the cute visitor. Hina followed Max and Amanda went to talk to her uncle about something. Max brought a cow into the hay barn and set up for milking. He kept stealing glances at her smooth legs, and her ass leaking out the bottom of her shorts. "Sit here; let me show you how to do it." Hina sat on the front half of the milking stool and Max sat.