Shethought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided tohire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the hous...than the drunk.He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knewa lot about ranching. For weeks the two of them worked hard, day and night,and the ranch thrived better than it had before her husband passed on.After a particularly long and hard day's work, the rancher's widow said,"You've done a really good job and the ranch. Both girls still loved Tracey’s big dick inside their bodies and both knew that they could not compete with that but on the cunnilingus front it was a different story. Their female intuition and intimate knowledge of their own body parts gave them each such a huge advantage when doing what they were doing right now and each girl played that advantage out to the full. They gave each other such huge orgasms with the amplitude of all the sound effects coming from their mouths matching the. And just then her phone rang, it was her dad, I tried to get up but then she said shhhh, you better not stop oh yeah, she answered the call, ‘Hey dad I found the phone’ she tried not moan, I decided it to make it more hot, now my lips were smooching her pussy lips, my tongue was going deep inside and my fingers were playing with the top part of her cunt, oh it was an amazing site, while she was talking on her phone I was licking her delicious pussy.‘It’s raining real bad I might take time to. JohnsonIt was a cool, rainy September afternoon in Raleigh, North Carolina. Thunder rumbled in the distance from slate-colored storm clouds. Rain was falling steadily in the backyard, overthrowing the bird bath, as I sat in the screened-in back porch sipping my herbal tea and reflecting on the extraordinary turns my life had taken in the last year.My name is Karen Lauterbach. I used to be named Kevin. You read that right. I changed sex a little more than a year before this story begins..