He would ride me but it always started with something else.. He would always tell me; COME HERE… If I heard him say that I know he wanted my ass for...something but I didn't care because I knew he was going to pay attention to my ass and lead to a good pounding and some tasty Cum for me (I look forward to it).. I’m a total bottom witch makes me the bitch That means I can take his cock when and where ever I want; as long as don’t hurt him but I must do the same for him and never deny him for any. The chickens are scratching and clucking in their yard. All green things have long since been eaten by them and they are down to dirt and a few rocks. I need to find an area with a chalky rock deposit. I didn't ask Kemon for crushed oyster shell; the eggs shells are starting to get thin. This means the chickens are using up all their calcium making eggs; I have not provided them a source of calcium. I wish I had oyster shells; that's what many chicken farmers use. It makes great grit which the. Her natural hormones, sucking and herbs should do the trick. Her nipples already had become swollen, distended and reddened, from the constant sucking. She already had a breast pump at work. The goat milker was a step beyond the breast pump. This contraption had an industrial grade vacuum pump system and a constant duty motor. As soon as her and Bruce got back from their weekend in Nevada she opened up the boxes and read all the instructions. She cleaned and inspected everything. Then she. Slapping my ass, I had difficultly staying on all fours and I sank face first into the carpet. With my ass arched, John took a firm grip and rode my ass. I ended up face first on the floor with my cock pinned against me. John straddled my legs and fucked harder and faster; his breath came faster and louder. Suddenly John, with his hands on my back and shoulders, thrust his cock balls deep into me and cry “yeh”.I lay there, pinned under John and with his cock in me. John stood up and his cock.