By now the young stud I had helped practice breeding and thereby aid his growth began practicing on the 4 breasted cow. The young stud had not yet re...ched his breeding cycle but still shot some sort of fluid. I could see the biker turned breeding cow shudder with orgasms. I knew what he was feeling as I had gone through the same thing. Although I had never spoke to my neighbor breeding cow, I felt a kinship with him. After all, we spent much of our day sucking each other's dicks to get. “Not here,” I finally said. He smirked and jumped to his feet before helping me off of the ground. He pulled me to the woods – thankfully not in the same direction as June and Jared had gone – and we quickly left behind the lake and our audience. I stumbled along behind him until he found a relatively clear spot. He started to undo his pants while I stood by, mortified. When he turned and saw that I was just staring at him, he rolled his eyes again. He sauntered over to me and yanked on the. I would often catch some of his friends staring me down, specially when my husband was groping me, and I knew it excited him that I was being lusted after. It excited me as well. We would go to bed and have really load sex all night after drinking with friends, while they were downstairs staying for the night. We knew they could hear us, but it seemed exciting to feel so sexual and carefree. He would whisper in my ear, telling me how all his friends wanted to fuck me, and that would often help. Stacy pulled me aside and said she wanted to “do it” in separate rooms as she wasn't sure she could "do it" if we were all in the same room. I challenged her a little but I saw she was a little nervous. Had I pressed this issue, she might've back out. I told Sam and he didn't care, he just wanted get on with something. Tom returned and Stacy brought him a drink. She looked over at Sam and asked him to help check on their baby. I don’t need a signal horn to know that we’d started. After they.