Further, he warned her there was no such thing as a 'free meal' and that the room would be on the basis of 'friends with benefits' and if she wanted a...roof over her head she would have to accept that he would be occasionally knocking on her door. The offer was 'take it or leave it'; her choice! She acquiesced. Bill wasn't much of a sexual athlete and visited her room infrequently. The first time he called in on her was when he had just returned home from the sports bar where he had been ogling. She could feel the warm tingle between her legs; feel her erect nipples straining against the silky fabric of her robe. Her hand reached down, sliding between her thighs until it reached the swollen lips of her vagina. She spread her legs apart, her fingers sliding across her hard clit.She lifted her legs to the arms of the desk chair, her feet now resting on the desk, her legs spread wide, pussy splayed open and available. She alternated between her clit and finger fucking herself with her. She wasted no time in freeing my own splendid member and demonstrated with some considerable talent that her priest wasn't quite the best cocksucker in this cabin. Her skills were indeed quite excellent, and I made a mental note to myself have her teach that vibrating vocal cord trick to little Bobby, sometime soon.She showed no dislike to swallowing a sailor's salty spunk either, and she gorged herself as if starving upon this seaman's semen. From the loud choking noises, Big was blasting down. Myparents were long gone and I only had to feed, milk,and clean before I could get filled with Cappie’s giantcock. I skipped milking the goats because they weren’tvery happy with me after my escape. I finished thecleaning and dumped at the pile at around noon. Iundressed and walked into Cappie’s pasture. I hadalways felt sorry for him because he didn’t have a matefor company. I felt the same about Bob, but I think I filled thatposition well enough. Cappie was grazing in.