I see Vanessa walking toward the barn carrying a glass of water. She walks up and hands it to me. “You look thirsty. You need to take a break and r...st for a few minutes.” She says in a very caring way. I am touched by her gesture and can’t find any words that adequately capture my gratitude. I drink the water and say “Thank you. That was very nice of you to bring me the water.” She smiles and rubs the nose of one of the horses I was brushing. She looks around at the other horses and says “I. Once we were settled, I told him that what happened was a big mistake, I didn't know what got into me, it was wrong, and I was sorry. After a few minutes of this, I was almost in tears. He listened to my speech and when I was done, he said with the saddest face I've ever seen on him, "You mean you're not going to do it again?" He went on, "Please mom, that was the best thing that ever happened to me. That's all I've thought about all day! I couldn't wait to get home and do it again!" I was so. Oh! When Dad told Bec about how his back was sore, she asked why Mum wasn’t putting the cream on his back. After the explanation about Mum being in hospital, Bec kind of gave me a look. She didn’t say anything but I knew what that look meant. She was telling me I should be looking after Dad.So when Dad took me home last night, I made him take his shirt off and lie down on the bed so I could put the cream on his back. That was a bit strange. Mostly because it’s probably the first time I ever. Not too hard because, for some reason, I was made to take longer cocks. Most longer guys were amazed at first, with a little work and patience I could take twelve or even f******n inches. In either of those positions, I could work at it for a while then take it all; it was a matter of getting things stretched-out right. Roger was just about perfect for good hard steady lovemaking. I could also handle – within reason – nice thick ones. That little cunt of mine is nice and tight but, when played.