Clearly, hubby had been primed as when I arrived, it was only moments before we were all naked. The cuckold Roy was told to sit in the corner and enjo... the show while Jenn and I had fun.“I just want to enjoy your body first,” Jenn said. “Lie on the bed.”Clearly, Jenn was used to being the dominant one, and I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I knew I would.“Yes, ma’am,” I replied and lay back on the bed, my legs slightly apart and my arms spread-eagled. Her breathing was heavy as she. "You know it will be hot to watch later." I heard an unfamiliar man's voice. Once she positioned the laptop she backed away revealing a young black man sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only his boxers. He looked to be in his late twenties, about six feet tall, well built with very dark skin. Just the type of guy my wife dated before we met. "Now come over here and suck this dick!" he commanded pulling his erect cock from his boxers waving it back and forth. "Holy shit!" I blurted out. Tara very quickly got frustrated – really, really frustrated.I could have helped her. I could have reached up and washed my own hair. I could have used both my hands. I would have preferred to do it myself. I would have preferred for her to go away and leave me alone. I should have told her to leave. But I didn’t. All I did was sit and let her struggle. All I did was let that bruise-covered face get screwed up in frustration. I should have helped her.But I didn’t. All I did was sit.In the end,. “But da order was for all ya cows. Ah can’t do nothin’ else.” Frustrated, Abigail stormed off, not even bothering to say goodbye to her cousin. This was a problem, a series problem. It wasn’t specifically the cows, but rather that she needed the cows for this. On family farms, her family handled more than just agriculture such as apples, corn, wheat, potatoes, and the occasional strawberries and pears; they handled livestock as well. One of which was the farm’s prize bull, a massive creature.