She was pleadingwith them to stop. The fat Mexican slapped my wife's facewith his thick fat cock and said, "Shut the fuck up youbig titted bitch, time...to fuck these big ole jugs." Yeah man," a couple others yelled. "Fuck them milksacks!"I watched mesmerized as his big fat thick cock was wedgedbetween my wife's huge melons. He grabbed her tits likebig pillows and wrapped his nasty cock with her soft palewhite globes.He started sawing in and out of her tits. Debbie wassobbing uncontrollably. - Michelle, my little one, you now turned 18, you’re a full grown woman. You know I care about you more than anything in this world and I want nothing but the best for us and our family.- Yes, Dad, I'm so lucky to have a father like you, she said quickly. I know it must have been so hard for you to raise three girls after mother's death. I mean, other men would find a woman to help them out ...And indeed, many times she tried to fix a date for her dad: either some flirty secretary or some. We stored the wheat in the barn and put up enough in the loft to have for seed next year. After we recovered from harvesting the wheat, Naomi began making bread for us every week. All the other women wanted to learn how to make it, so there were lessons and plenty of good bread and rolls made.I followed some bees back to their hive from the garden and robbed some honey from them. I got stung several times, but the look on the children's faces when they had some on their bread made the stings. It was destined to become rawhide and we didn't even intend to scrape it.Scrape it hell, we weren't even going to keep it. Goondoe and his people could no doubt find uses for the thick hide, but we didn't need it. My guess was it might make good soles for long wearing moccasins, but otherwise I didn't have a clue.After the first mad rush it was mostly men and boys left to work on the kills we'd given them. Almost all the women went back to the preparations for tonight's celebration and a little.