When it was about two and one half feet high he stopped. Then he just stood there looking over at Mack.“Git Butch.” Mack instructed.And the old ma... strolled out of the barn, not looking at nor looking away from Shannon.Mack turned to me and said, “While Ole’ Joe fetches Butch; ya can git yer camera ready.”Then Mack reached out pinched my wife’s right nipple and used it to pull her over to the table/cart.By the time she arrived at the table I was documenting the events of our second year wedding. I'm as excited as you are. So I drop the stuff I am carrying in the living room, quickly undress down to my underwear and hurry up to the bedroom, pausing only to remove a scrap of material from the pocket of my pants.Once I cross the threshold, I pause. You're sitting on the edge of bed. You've closed the blinds and you're waiting, waiting for me. And I smile, knowing that you planned this. I hold the special gift just you secretly sent to work with me.I stroll into the room, and cross to. Walden was a bit eccentric, and she was starting to believe it. Most science professors didn’t require students to write a 15 paged research paper unless they were a grad student doing a thesis or something! Did he think he was an English professor or something? She had returned to school the previous semester after a short failed career teaching middle school science. Sometimes she wondered what the hell she was doing. She was nearly 30 and still had not moved on to graduate school or found a. You feel your jeans being pushed down as you give into this pleasure, one set of fingers dipping into your wetness as they circle your sweet clitoris and the other fingers dipping and playing within you, you feel your orgasm rising within you, growing like a surging colossal wave. You feel weak as you feel liquid trickling down your side from your breast, then soft female lips find yours, a tongue is swift to follow and you taste the sweet coppery taste of blood. Your alarm is lost in the waves.