Each woman was given a collar with a number that jingled as the women looked at each man in anticipation. Who would pick them today? Would they get pi...ked today?The women were also nervous for another reason. Their strange new Friend had joined them unannounced and there were fewer workers today. One of them would not be picked today.Moments after the first few women were picked, the vibes in the shed changed. Loud thumping and screams Of “milk me”, “fill me”, started echoing through.And alas,. I better get some paper to write on," I said as I stood up and walked to the den and grabbed two legal pads and a pen off the desk.Looking at the guns in the gun case, I knew I was going to need more ammo. Especially some for the Mark V Royal Ultramark that my dad owned, it would be a good big game gun. Walking to the cabinet I knelt, and opened the bottom of the case, and counted the boxes of .340 Weatherby ammo for the weapon. There were twenty boxes, and each box held two hundred rounds. I. My aunt stood there for. While and asked her to come to the kitchen. Mom somehow managed to send her away.Mom gave a smashing smile to me and help up showing her boobs again. She took her one hand to cover her boobs and pulled my comfort to cover her body and I was like noooo! With an awkward smile holding my cock under the shorts and she smiled looking at it and went out of bed.I saw her totally nude with her butt clear and wet. I had already pushed her towel under my bed and she was standing. Travis rubbed his neck in confusion. "'Catch' is just a figure of speech. In any case, I've got to sleep, now. My bed is in there." Travis pointed with his thumb over his shoulder and then followed his own direction. He kicked off his shoes and fell into the sheets. Without another thought, he fell into a deep sleep.Travis stood in the pew of his childhood church, St. Stephen's. He knew that he was dreaming but the tableau was so real, from the wood with its flaking varnish under his fingers to.