” ‘I guess so. That’s not such a bad thing though is it?’ Sandra said as she hoped that the next class would not be as dull as the name sugge...ted, although she wasn’t sure how much excitement like the previous class her young body would be able to stand. As it turned out, History was taught by none other than the Head master. Sandra wasn’t sure if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment that escaped her… when she entered the class room, either way, she had to struggle to prevent memories of. She was up to her elbows in a cow’s birth canal, assisting in a delivery. “Hello. Who are you?” was the greeting with a still-evident German accent.She asked me to get her some things and I saw the calf take its first breaths. “Why are you here?” was typical of her direct manner so I explained about my father having worked there. The answer to “How is he?” got a sad look in her face. “I’m sorry for the news. I liked him a lot when he worked here.”She cleaned up and led me to the farmhouse for. She wanted to shake a frantic “No,” but it was far too late. A command from her friend set the spinners inside her pussy-vibe off, causing it to writhe like a snake inside her. It bumped her G-spot and she tried to lurch against her bonds again, frantic noises of denial dying in her throat, overtaken by a lewd moan made lewder by her gag. Her eyes squeezed closed, soaking in the new sensation, thoughts of protest completely lost, and she bucked the little bit she could against the toys. Her. On the drive home I couldnt resist putting my hand between my legs I was so wet from thinking about that young man I had never thought of myself going with a very young person like Andy before I thought why not if he finds me attractive after all I am a very hot wife? As I got home I started to think about the young man Andy fucking me he was very nice looking and today was such a turn on with him watching me I hope he rings me, Tom came home and told me the cabin would soon be ready and had I.