Our fence turned most of the herd, but many collided with the fence. The fence gave way in several places, allowing buffalo into the outer valley. For...unately, the buffalo that entered were stunned and moving slowly so the original fence blocking the main valley kept them out.Once we had herded the wayward buffalo back outside of our fence, we dealt with nineteen injured buffalo. Some looked like they’d been trampled while others were impaled on pieces of the fence rails. Still others had. One of the women sitting at the card table on the edge of the driveway got up and came over. She was probably around 45, still rather attractive with a carefully coiffed perm in her dyed blond hair.As I was lifting the hanger of one of the garments off the rack, she said, "Are you looking for anything specific, sir? The men's clothes are back there in the rear of the garage." No, ma'am," I said. "I think I found what I'm looking for. I've been trying to find a bridal gown." It is nearly. What a thing to ask. Was thisturning me on? Hell, yeah!"Does it excite you to wear these clothes?"What? Fuck no. But then she stepped back and for a moment I thought Isaw a glimpse of both disgust and hatred flash across her eyes; andthen she gave my cock a quick, hard smack on the tip."Ow!" I howled in pain and stumbled back. "Jesus Christ, K, what wasthat for?" What did you think I would do, Miss Long? Give you a hand job? Getdown on my knees and suck you off?"I sucked in some deep breaths,. .. and he now knows,... that time is now. As my thigh swayed so elegantly, so close to his face I reached for his hand and placed it right on my forward pointing thigh. When his hand landed on my leg I myself let out a sigh of relief,... escaping from my mouth without approval. Michaels hand was firmly touching my thigh now,... a soft grasp felt as well. ' Feel how soft they are Michael '... I whispered,... with a soft smile of permission upon my face. ' Oh god Mother,... Jesus',... he.