It seems the man that owns the farm felt the same way, so we made a bet. If I won, I got to take as much aged prime meat that I could carry. If I lost... I had to slaughter and skin the ten other cows he had to do that day. Supposedly the bragging man had made a similar deal. They had aprons that fit me and hooks that went up the cow’s butt to let them bleed out while gutting them and skinning them. Did you know that the man who owned the farm has never had an intact cowhide or any that didn’t. I bent her legs back and teased her pussy with the feather. Lightly touching the inside of her thighs, running the feather along her lips, and opening her pussy to lightly flog her clit with just the tip of the feather, brought a big response. “Yes! Yes! That feels so good. So fucking good.” Her juices were seeping out of her wet opening. I ran my hand over her pussy and swept up a handful of thick pussy juice. Spreading my fingers, threads of her liquid strung out between my fingers. I slid. Sky honey could you please stay here today we need to talk please? Ok yea mom I'll tell Shel I'm not going what a matter? Oh nothing like that I need to Well lets just wait tell then ok? The horn toted and Sky told her to go without her. Ok mom what is up? Beth took a deep breath and started Sky remember three years ago you needed a new dress for the talent show well you never heard the true story. I went to that store that Shilly's mother told me about but I couldn't find. The first time She had been presented with this as a task She had been surprised since it seemed so very easy; in Her – admittedly short – experience men could seldom resist Her now no longer modest seduction skills, Redmayne though She had soon discovered was the exception. In all the times She had now been with him She had never yet managed to bring his achievement before Her own, indeed often despite Her best efforts She would achieve twice before he did. On the third occasion he had so.