Dylan pointed to the door, Oscarnodded yes and then in his head ?(when we get outside nothing but farmtalk until we make our way to the barn.)?They st...pped outside; Dylan started thinking, ?What the hell do I knowabout Alpacas?? Suddenly, his brain felt like a 2 by 4 hit it and thenthe 4 years of studying Agriculture at MSU came spilling in. "OkayOscar, I am glad we still have a couple of weeks before they arrive,follow me." Dylan headed over to feeding area. "We?re going to need tochange up. ” Linda moaned. “She’s so perfect. I wanted to take her right then.”I got up off the couch where I had been enjoying the show and walked over to my wife, enfolding her in my arms.“I’m proud of you, baby.” I said into her hair. “That was so fucking hot. You played it perfectly.”“I did, didn’t I.” Linda said, her face pressed into my chest. She slipped her hand down between us and gripped my bulging cock through my pants. “I can’t wait to watch you take her with this.”“I get to watch you take her. One morning recently I slipped on my t-shirt, jogging shorts, running shoes and off I went. Down the street, around a few turns and off into a small area of woodland in a concrete jungle. I passed a few other joggers along the way; some running in pairs most alone and zoned out to whatever was playing in their ear-buds.For a little while I jogged (at least 2m away) behind a young, fit lady in very tight lycra shorts. Her bottom jiggled arousingly and the outline of the thong underneath meant I. I fought my urge to nuzzle His hand. I felt His hand at my elbow as He told me to rise and resume my position on the center of the bed. I quickly climbed up and resumed my position. “Do not move from this position. Do not vocalize in anyway.” I fought my natural compulsion to respond, but He had demanded silence and I would do my best to obey. So I waited silently for whatever He had planned. I felt something brush my shoulder, and then move down my arm. It was so light, almost tickling. He.