The last of the day was a nice looking bull complete with horns. Mom told me, "Cut his horns if you get that bastard. You'll have stock that's beat up...if you don't, so buy him for beef, or cut his horns so he can breed. He is good looking."The auctioneer said he was going to bid on the bull against me and went all the way up to four hundred until I bid four twenty-five. Mom was giving directions to the stock hauler, and telling him to bring two trucks to where the auction was, while I was. She asked whether if I ever danced with any girl, and the answer was obvious no, and I asked her to dance with me and luckily she agreed. We started dancing and it was the first time my hand was on her sexy back which was sensually moving over her hot hip curve. I started to get little hard and started to pull her little close, she got uncomfortable and stopped dancing, and sat on the sofa. We again started talking and I wanted, in between talks made her drink two bottles of beer. She could. While George had gone to fetch more wine, Vicky left her place, allowing Wendy to lean across and mutter, ‘It seems all right so far.’ ‘I’m not so sure,’ I replied. ‘Look.’ She followed my eyes. Vicky had walked round the table to whisper something in her sister’s ear. Both girls giggled and kept shooting surreptitious glances at me. George returned and Vicky came back to her seat. As she walked behind my chair she brushed against me, although there was ample room to pass. It could have been an. "Ok, five guineas for all four, that's more than you will earn in a couple of years," offered the man."Tell you what," said the gypsy, "how about ten guineas and I throw in an extra that's worth more than all the others put together." What! What extra?" demanded the man."Something really special," laughed the gypsy, "but you must promise never to reveal it to anybody."The man thought about it for some seconds, he dearly loved to have the potions for he knew they worked and worked well but ten.