“Either they just fancy a quick grope or are not interested in women at all” she said.Seeing my puzzled expression she explained that women whose ...riends are widowed tend to be worried that their husband might be tempted to stray. “I’m still young enough to want and need sex you know – but there are few men of my age still free and available.” I asked what she did about it then and she said that “I find the occasional man to play with, and sometimes I even play with a girlfriend or two”.There. Frankly, I don’t see how some of these girls stay married or why they would want to if they really believe half of what they say. I guess I was hoping you would have a nice boring speech that would put everyone to sleep.“I know that’s a terrible thing to say, but I can’t take the constant battling anymore. Usually the President of the College gives a speech like that. No one knows what he’s talking about but the big words sound real good.”She grinned at Kelly and added, “Come on, General. I’ll. This here’s me boy,Dave,he’s me son who’s come to see what my new slut-boy looks like’ ‘Alright,lad?Fuck,dad,yer right,he does look like a sweet cock-sucking little slut-boy,nice one’ Well,now me heart’d settled down a bit,me boy-cock instantly sprang to full bonerMr A’s son was fuckin’ gorgeous!He musta been about 30ish and was taller than his old man,with a mess of shaggy dark brown hair,stubble on his chin and almost black eyes!He’d got a patch of hair on his chest with a trail of hair. Just me. Calm. Sure.Rolling up my sleeves, I sigh. I gather my tools for the milking of my cow, Charlene. My milking stool, Udderbalm, my bucket. Walking over to Charlene, talking to her as I pat her head, letting my hand slide over her hard forehead, down over her bony shoulder, over her side, to her rump and smack her, causing her to moo and her tail to swish. I place the stool down at her side, and run my hand down her side. I sigh, feeling the barns coolness wash over my legs as I hike up.