She paused at a paper with the name printed in thick, blocky letters: Noah Chrisman. He was a 4-H'er with an interest in raising livestock. She'd w...tched him showing his sheep in the livestock barn at the county fair. Could be... but she didn't think sheep would be his thing. He had a pretty, golden-furred collie bitch of his own named Aggie and anyone could see how sweet he was on her. They'd given herding demonstrations on the fairgrounds, too. He and Aggie worked together like they. Don had never missed the way his eldest son felt about Carla Bennett. Tom liked the business and he found customers liked him and accepted him as Don’s replacement. He earned their trust and never pulled the ‘boss’ card when Carla gave him advice. In truth, he looked forward to their ‘business lunches’. Over the past several months, those had changed a bit – he thought. Carla sighed one leisurely afternoon over lunch. ‘Boss,’ she asked him after finishing a mouthful of her club sandwich ‘Are. Sit back."She did, on her heels and without a shred of self-consciousness. "I sure don't look like you, do I?"I felt my chest swell, I seemed to have gasped. She didn't look like me. Not a bit. The first image of my daughter in all her adult naked glory stunned me. "God, look at you. You look just so ... fertile." Fertile?" she laughed."God, your breasts, your belly, your curves, all your hair, you look like ... honest, hon, you look like ... a fertility goddess." It was a stupid comment and I. After we rested and “Sasha” cleaned up a little bit leaving her stockings and shoes on since the panties and nightie were off climbs back on the bed and says ok you 2 I did say all night so if you want to take advantage of it lets keep the part going it didn’t take long for eric to join her kissing her and playing with her tits looking at me she says come on over on the other other side as I too joined them things got heated rather quick this time as he pushed Eric onto his back and straddled.