I couldn’t look away, the heavy tits resting on her chest, I wanted to touch them but kept my hands away“Gods sake, Ma,” said mom, “the boys g...ing to explode in his pants, more washing” Mum laughed. Better strip Grandma ordered, leave your clothes in the kitchen and come into the lounge. Both women left me; I guess I could have made a run for it, but fuck it was CUNT, old CUNT but CUNT.Following her instructions , clothes left in a pile on the kitchen floor, my cock sprung out of my pants, a. I don't know what to tell her.”“Well,” I said, trying not to grin like a fox before the adorable hen, “it's natural for a girl to have those sort of feelings. Some people say it's wrong, but it shouldn't be something to feel guilty about it.”“Oh,” my daughter said.“And she should feel it's okay to talk to her mother about it. Her mother just might understand about these sort of crushes.” I had one on my father, who sadly passed away when I was about June's age. My husband was so much like my. I eventually drift off to sleep.We are up early the next morning. Eggs, fried beef jerky, and tea make up my breakfast. I feed the dogs some jerky, then feed and water the chickens. I put them back in their coop and move the feeder and waterers inside to the dirt floor. There is some light coming in, so they will be fine. I don't want to leave them outside because of hawks. I am not sure a dog, fox, or other varmint couldn't figure out how to come down the hill and jump from the roof into the. I attempted to reach up to her but quickly recalled my situation. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed her finger over my lips and smiled. "I'm sorry I slapped you earlier, it's just that I was so turned on by you, and then you spoilt the whole mood. I hope you enjoyed the sex as much as I did." I nodded, unsure whether it was safe to speak yet. Her mood lightened, "I've never felt so horny or so powerful in my life, I doubt we'll ever be able to capture that mood again, but I'm.