The county board of health declared it an emergency. The board of health began looking for a place to set up a pest house. Okay that is what they woul... have called it in 1917, when the Spanish Influenza decimated the slums of the USA. I don't know what cute name they gave the latest strain, but it was causing real problems for those who were uninsured. Some of them were unable to afford the expensive meds that actually worked. There were some over the counter medicines that gave some relief for. Seminal swimmers searched for their ovarian soulmates.“Dad, what the hell are you doing?” a feminine voice spoke from out of nowhere. “Didn’t either of you hear me knocking? It’s a good thing I had a key of my own or I’d still be standing out in the rain getting soaking wet!”The old stud and the young filly froze in mid-bounce. Pappy’s ‘deer caught in the headlight’ eyes focused on those of his daughter, Annie. Bethany’s startled gaze glared at the figure of her mother. “It’s raining. .." and I suddenly opened my mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. I felt something pressing right against my asshole. It wasn't wet or warm enough to be a tongue, so I looked back and I saw that Emily had pressed her cold little nose against my anus. This was a sight for the ages, and I didn't say a word as she nuzzled her nose deeper against my asshole. "You smell really good, like soap." She said, and I nearly passed out as I felt her breath on my balls. My legs shook and she asked, "What. . that was wonderful, sweetheart!" she said.We cuddled for a moment before we parted. My eyes lowered - mmm - there was an inviting bulge in her trousers that I could not resist - my right hand moved over to rub her hard-on through her trousers."Mmmm...darling...it looks like you're happy to see me too?!" I smirked, then I took her hand in mine. "I’ll show you where you can get changed! Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Or a Coke? Or a glass of fresh pineapple.