"Well, Brian Frost. How nice to see you. Come in," she said softly. "Marshall and I were just having a cup of coffee. Can I pour you one?" Thank you, ...rs. Jacobs." She led me to the living room where Mr. Jacobs sat, sort of staring out the window."Hello, Mr. Jacobs," I said."Saw you ride up on that big horse. He's getting old," he said."Yes, but he still likes a nice ride. We don't push it. Especially not when it's cold like this." You have a good ranch manager. That was smart. He picks up hay. But you have gotten nothing. You have had to resort to masturbating 3-6 times a day, but its not working anymore. Your pussy and panties are soaked and you are tired, but you can’t sl**p until you get off. Your dad pulls off of the road into a public rest stop. he gets out of the car and goes inside to the restroom, and then comes back out. He tells you he wants to ‘rest his eyes’ for 30 minutes. You decide this is your only chance. You tell him you need some fresh air and you get out of the. The girl’s eyes opened wide as she saw this tall, slender woman looking down at her. For a moment the girl seemed to freeze, her hand cupping her cunt, but then, to the surprise of Mike, but not to his mother, the girl grinned and began to rub at her cunt again, unabashedly and without any evidence of shame. In fact, the girl spread her legs even wider.Lisa, with a lewd smile on her face, stepped up closer to the sprawling girl. She looked between those slim thighs.Mike, still hidden, could. And yeah, I’ve met both.So fuck, I ended up walking up the hill back home this morning with a nice cigar in my hand, and got here around 9:30 AM. Like my dick wasn’t already sore- and my knee HURT! I got on here and just surfed some trash. I got into some trash talk with some buds- even a STUBBORN one (and you know who you are, fucker!).So about 11:30 AM, I’m starting to flag. Tired- and if I don’t get some shit done, I’ll pay for it later when John gets home. And I’m thinking I need a.