I am stuck here for the next week or so, then I am outta here, so tell you what. You just do what I want, when I want, as I want, like yesterday, and ...hen I’m gone, I turn it all over to you to destroy. I’m out of your life, forever.”Anna had at least a window, an end point that she could see, and that was better than nothing. She allowed herself to be led upstairs and in the process just sort of numbed out. Damn kid was saying something about the house, hell, she didn’t know or care. Would. "God," I thought to myself, "can I really survive another six weeks inthis shithole?"We made our prom plans. I would dress straight for the dance in thestandard rented tux. We would dance for a couple of hours, then wewould slip out and drive to grandma's place. There would be weed andChardonnay to relax us as Marta coifed and dressed me in a match to herown prom gown. Then our private prom would begin.I fortified myself against the stress of the evening with a Black Beautyand an estrogen. Her boobs fell out of her bra with a bounce. there were perfect. Round and full, nipples sticking out just ready to let my face bury it self in them. I reached up with both hands grabbing two handfuls of my sisters large supple breasts while she was still sliding her pussy lips up and down my cock. "I want to fuck you so bad." I said as I leaned forward to put her left boob in my mouth. I reached out with my tongue first, contacting her nipple and then put as much of her boob as I could in my. At the unloading ceremony, Stan offered to help hold the horse from making and unnecessary moving as the kegs were lifted off the wagon by a crane.Holding the Jutland breed of horse by the halter, the hairy cheek of one lust loving mare draft horse did touch ans stroke the hand of Stan.A host of strange sensations invaded Stan, he felt his nose twitch, and how he could smell and sense the mare he stood near felt her first signs of going into estrus.The unloading finished and a sick looking Stan.