Don’t get the wrong idea! Chuck likes me to play around; he just gets embarrassed about what the guys might think of him letting me do it. So I...chalked my cue, noticing that all eyes were on me, as my opponent broke the balls. No balls dropped in the pockets on the break, so it was my turn. There were a couple of easy shots, but I was looking for a shot that would require me to bend over in front of the guys in the bar. I picked a bank shot that allowed me to do just that! I could feel. “Do you want me too?” she asked.“Is he a good fuck?” I asked.“He is” she replied. “A VERY good fuck… and He loves fucking Me.. your wife!”“What did He text you thins morning?” I asked as I rubbed the tip of my cock against my wife’s ass.She extended her arm and reached for her phone. “Hold on a minute” she said, while opening her chat app.“Do you really want to read it?” she asked, “the text that He send me earlier?”“I do” I said, very excited and lightly touching my wife’s sexy ass.She swiped. " came the voice of a man who was sitting on the front of the now ruined manure spreader. The man was in his 50s with black pants and suspenders, a blue shirt and a straw hat. He had a long salt and pepper beard, but with no mustache it was a distinctly odd look, that she recognized as belonging to the Amish.He got down off of the cart like contraption and began to try and soothe the attached horse. "Shtey, Shtey" he whispered in the horse's ear as it tried to pull the ruined spreader which. I was getting good at this.We ate a good breakfast including homemade biscuits and an omelet. The kids had never been picky eaters and they went after the food with a will. After breakfast and cleanup, we loaded into Joan's SUV and headed out. Our trip was uneventful. We found the three houses and a barn. We saw that the owners had released the livestock into the fields before they died. We found them inside the houses. We carried them out wrapped in blankets. I dug a large hole and we buried.