She had no idea if this was indeed the case, or ifthe pigs really existed. But this place was, after all, a farm, and she fanciedshe'd heard the sound... of squealing pigs and lowing cattle in the past, eventhough the only animals she'd yet seen were dogs and the occasional cat.Her food would be broughtto her in a bucket when the imaginary pigs had been fed, and she thought thatit would be composed of the scraps remaining the bins, judging by its usualvariety. But Penny didn't care about that;. Come down to the bedroom, it’s the warmest room.” I half carried Ben down the hall and into the toasty warmth of my bedroom, my robe becoming soaked in the icy water from his clothes. “You have to get out of those wet clothes dude.” I told him as I grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and the two t-shirts he had underneath and pulled them up over his head. “I gotta sit down,” he mumbled as he tried to sit on my bed. “Hold on first,” I said as I grabbed the waistband of his sweat pants and. The last one was leading a horse with a girl tied astride it. They sounded liquored up and ready for violence, so I trailed them, staying in the shadows of the pine trees, and sure enough they rode right into the farmyard I had just left.By the time I had hobbled my horse, stuffed my pistol in my belt and checked my musket, the farm seemed quiet again with only a knot of horses near the well to show that the plantation was entertaining a bunch of bushwackers that looked like leftovers from one. I'm sure I was blushing when I told her. "That’s one way to keep from getting pregnant." Mom slowly and gently ran her hand around my bare chest as we talked. Then her hand went under the sheet and touched my limp manhood. It was like an electric shock ran thru my body. Mom pulled the sheet down and held my cock in her hand. "You haven't had a chance to get cleaned up and I'm afraid that I interrupted you before you were relieved. I'm sorry. I guess I should help you clean up." Then she.