I think it could work." You mean start having a real farm just like when daddy was with us," Melody smiled dreamily. "That would be nice." So I go fro... stripper to farmhand," Malinda snorted. "Not such a big difference, I suppose. I'd still be working with dumb animals. At least I wouldn't have to shake my tits at them." I don't know," Marlin began, knowing he shouldn't. "If we had a bull he might appreciate it. In fact he just might think he'd been plopped down in the milk-producing capital of. " Still, I don't think you should be rewarded for deciding to become a satyr. So yes. You may sleep on the floor."He started masturbating."Stop that!" she barked."I have to do something with it," he said. "If you're not going to use it, then I'm going to make it go away." Asshole!" she yelped."I have an idea," he said, holding one finger up to his head. "You can use it, and then I'll sleep on the floor. That way everybody is happy."She looked at him with a smoldering gaze, and then pulled her. I told him how I would suck him next time he visited. I would throat him and hold him deep as I stretched my tongue out to lick his tight ball sack. I listen to him as he jerked away, wishing I could join him in his single bed. I pushed him a little towards the pleasures of male flesh. I told him he must grind his rigid cock against the bed, flat on his belly. I told him i would caress his slim white bum cheeks as he rubbed away. I would kiss his buttocks and my hands would explore his narrow. What the hell? What harm was there in a friendly good night kiss? He bent and did just that, totally unprepared for what happened next. When their lips met, fire and feelings flashed through him with an urgency unlike anything he had felt in a long, long time. Alison pressed against him, moaning softly into his mouth. Her arms encircled him, pulling him against her. What happened after that was now history. A few minutes later, Alison emerged from the bathroom, walked to where she’d dropped her.