“I kept hearing them and worried that they’d eventually come after the chickens or the calves.” I had him sign an affidavit that I had shot the ...oyotes here in Texas, and then I cut off the ears to turn in for the small bounty on coyotes. We’d feed the coyote carcasses to our pigs or use them as bait for crabs and crawfish.We left the six pigs the farmer requested. Half of his property was planted in apricot and peach trees, and he told me he’d call when the fruit was ready to be picked.The. "Yeah" ... little tit slap... "I'm kinda pissed at you" ... little slap on the other tit..."Won't let me fuck you" slightly harder slap "Won't let me lick you" ... even firmer slap... these are making a nice little noise, too. Her fucking tits jiggle like crazy with each slap. She likes it rough, the little minx. I totally wing it, trying to be a tough guy."Stand up," I command. I grab her by the hair and roughly push her back against the wall. I squeeze her mouth in my hands."Yeah you. .David here is my real Bitch. He'll do anything I want as long as I let him suck my dick, ain't that right Bitch...' He took my head and bobbed it up and down as if I was agreeing with him. Feet pushed my legs apart and I felt a body kneel between them and what was unmistakably a male member slide up between my buttocks and across my butt hole. I looked up at Daniel as he reassured me '...shhh now, you ain't gonna have do no more then what you always do, just go along with the program...'. Their players had the speed and knowledge to make up a step pretty easily and turn a sure touchdown into an interception.To make matters worse, the title game was being played less than 10 miles from their home field, so the crowd would be on their side too — or so I thought. A local business — I later found out it was my mom's TV station — had purchased 4,000 tickets to the game in early September — how's that for confidence in your son — when they first went on sale. With the 3,000-ticket.