He was about average height for the people here -- about 5'-7" tall or so and maybe 140 pounds with dark brown hair and gray eyes. He appeared to be i... his late thirties.I took the twins up to the room and made sure that they were comfortable before returning to take care of my horse. The stableman was waiting at the cart for me. He had the mare settled down and when I appeared he untied her, and led her and the cart around to the back of the hotel and the stable there. I followed him with my. I explained how I was trying to earn money to buy something and had just finished mowing her neighbor’s lawn when she interrupted me, “So you’re the son of a bitch keeping me awake.” I apologized and told her I could come back another time, and she told me she worked third shift at the canning plant and if I could come by in the morning I could mow her lawn as well. As she stood in the door with the sun making her whole body visible to me I couldn’t help but look at her nipples hardening under. Not like my cock is a behemoth monstrosity, by any means, but it sure is fatter than two of my fingers, with the veins marked all along the pole and a pulsating purple head ready to drill orifices in the search of gold. She seemed new in this business, still adjusting to the harsh beats of the enterprise. Her holes still accommodating. I kissed her aperture with the tip of my cock and grabbed her hair firmly, like bridles, ready to push myself into her, little by little, inch by inch. My balls. Like a river coursing a path, the orange juice ran down in between the valley of her breasts, heading toward her stomach. The smaller streams of orange liquid ran down the sides of her body; slipping off her curves and onto the bed. The largest stream, however, was quickly licked up, his warm tongue tracing the path the juice had created. He used the tip of his tongue to go back over the now dried up river of orange juice, licking and tickling her chest, making her squirm beneath him. He paid.