Mom was not a prude by any means. I have seen dad slip his hands up under her blouse to play with her tits and up under her skirt to play with her pus...y too. Once I could see into her bedroom as she dropped her bath towel to the floor and put on her robe. I could only see her backside but I really enjoyed looking at her ass.I envisioned my mother every night as I jerked off before falling asleep.Shortly after I turned fourteen years old I played hooky from school. I stayed around the house and. . especially when half the class was idiots like her who couldn’t do the calculus behind the theory to save their life. Swallowing my desire to give her a snarky retort I turn to her and simply replied “Always. It’s not difficult stuff.” Clearly annoyed by my still flippant response she quickly shoots back “it’s harder than you think. I bet I do better than you do though”. Smiling I turn to her and say “Will you stop saying silly things. You’ve been saying that for years now and you never. A long, narrow bright place, it had a bar that went on forever; we sat down on the far end with the owner and a single customer at the other end with no one else in the place.It wasn't long until we were making out in a way that Japanese seldom do in public and I could see that the proprietor was giving us the space to be alone. Yoshie was taller than Keiko with long arms and legs and a small chest, but that night she was wearing a bra that made her breasts look bigger, a look that didn’t suit. Audry wasn't just happy about getting Shannon-with mom's assurance that this was the right horse for her-she was ecstatic! She was every bit as happy that I had the right horse, too.A week after we returned, with both horses, to Corvallis, we sent in our entry forms for nationals.That spring, I graduated with a B.S. in Animal Husbandry, from Oregon State ("Silo Tech", according to the students at Oregon, just down the road in Eugene.) We'd be working at the ranch all summer. In the fall, we'd.