We would mark each day on the John Deere calendar. Sometimes a month. We kept all the old calendars. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. Wh...n he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day... the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man's Farmer's almanac) we decided after talking, discoursing, arguing that Dad was gone... forever. But we watched for him for a long time after that.We found in the barn, in the loft, a box of books, mother's books. Eclectic.. The woman moved him away and I was soon under another and he was guided into my aching pussy and filled me up with cock. My hands were fre ed and I embressed the animal as best I could while he humped into my pussy and I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder. He filled me and again I was moved to another and soon he was mating his strange mare that was under him. He filled me and seemed to never stop cumming. I was again secured to the cart or bed and moved into another stall. This time on my. She would hear a man tell her mom "Get down here and suck my dick" or "Spread your legs and show me that nasty cunt." "I am gonna shove this big dick in your cunt and fuck you so hard." "Stick your ass up here you dirty whore." Even "How do you like a big black cock?" Lori liked when they left the door open a little and she would go down the hall and peek and watch her mom fuck these men or suck their cocks. They would both be naked and Lori could see her mom's huge tits and cunt and the man's. I like this kinda woman.The cleavage of her 36C boobs was largely exposed and she didn’t make any effort to hide. I wanted to kiss her pouty lips as they were seductive. My friend introduced her as his daughter’s friend. We were talking casually and I told her about my business. She told me that she was looking for a job. As a gentleman who saw a damsel in distress, I had told her that I would help her if needed as I was a businessman who had contacts with many big shot people. She thanked me.