We went outside and he took me round the side of the pub. Away from the car park. Away from the lights. We was in a doorway, away from everything. Our...kissing became erratic, our hands all over each other. He couldn't keep his hand of my ass.I was stroking his cock through his jeans. Thick. Solid. He opened his jeans and out flipped his penis. Rock hard pointing at me. I kept stroking it back and forth, i lowered down to my knees. My nerves kicked in, this was the first dick i was about to. The carrot and apple were just as popular here.I had one more apple and that went to Buster. Buster had been my horse when I started riding. He was retired now and spent his days in the pasture when it wasn't too cold. He was still one beautiful animal. He seemed to smile when he saw me and he nuzzled me before taking the apple I had out for him.I went over to the hen house. There were plenty of chicks, but then, there are always plenty of chicks. I went around and harvested the eggs. Might as. What ever happened to April? I asked that question of myself. One morning ti was just May. I was expecting May to be nice enough to start the lawn care season, but it started with a chill wind blowing. I should have expected it would not to turn out as I expected. The first day of may never did it seemed.“Daddy, I would like to come for a visit. I haven’t seen your new home yet and it’s time.” Marcy’s voice said it over my cell phone.“God I would love that. How long do I have to get the place. “Is everyone else all right?”“No, you and Jen are not the only ones in our family staying in Hotel Antiseptic. Christy got hit, Shaggy got hit, nothing major but they had to have shot removed and they’re resting right now. You’ll see them tomorrow.”“How’s Gram?”The room got quiet, and I knew. Fat, slow tears started rolling down my cheeks. This was so wrong! She deserved to go quietly, among family who loved her and rejoiced in her long life, not gunned down by a rabid druggie. Soon they were.