“Poor Billy,” they’d say, “He’s lost his marbles.”I turned sixteen in the June of ‘56’. Ma said I had to stop lollygagging around the ...ouse and go help the menfolk in the fields. That same day a man came to live in our house. He slept on dad’s side of the bed. Mum said we were to call him Uncle Tommy.I liked working in the fields with the men. I was free to be myself; treated as one of their own. They were bold, brash, and muscular, and didn’t care that I couldn’t talk, "Talk is for politicians. We were but one ... me.Graduation day came and went; she got a job with Cargill Foods and moved to Wichita. She was going to work in the lab, testing cattle and hog feed additives, looking for ways to put more weight on the critter, while using the same amount of feed, and in the same amount of time. It was a good job, and she had a bright future. But, Wichita? Not so great.After graduation, I applied to several veterinary clinics around the Front Range and finally accepted a surgery position. He inserted another finger inside of her and she clenched her pussy to grasp it, milking it and trying to pull it inside. Moans escaped her lips as she fought hard to be strong and hold out her pleasure, knowing his would need to come first, "You are awfully wet slut, did you masturbate before you got here?" he asked and she felt his hand removed and heard him sucking on his finger, "No Master, I save myself for only you," and he smiled as he began to walk around her and she felt his hands. She stood on front of us and I admired her nearly naked body as she said”I show more off on the beach”. Robert lost the next hand and his hard-on was obvious though his boxer shorts. “Looks like Roberts enjoying the show” my wife noted. Kacie lost the next hand and quickly removed her skirt. I was so turned in looking from girl to girl and knowing that we had reached the moment of truth the loser of the next hand was going to have to show a whole lot more.My wife lost the hand and unclipped her.