Reaching under his boxers, I could feel the wettness of the precum that escaped from his amazing cock earlier. I lowered them along with his jeans com...letely off. There was his beautiful cock, inches away from my mouth, precum glistening, as I reached out to touch it. I WAS TOUCHING HIS COCK and it was alive! It was warm, pusled as I wrapped my hand around it, smooth, and his balls felt full. I felt his hand on the back of my head guiding me to his cock, where I opened my mouth and took the. He stood staring at the chickens as they sat in the branches of the apple tree staring back at him. "Shit," he muttered, "They damn sure don't look concerned that they're in danger of me catching them. Hmmm. I guess they wouldn't have survived out here if they were easily caught. But dammit, where there are chickens, there have to be eggs."Lobo, apparently realizing that his master was interested in the chickens, began following the scent trails that the wandering birds had left as they sought. We are not finished, however, and it is not long before he guides my hand to his groin, and I caress and stroke his erection he grows larger and harder under my fingers. Baby, I can hardly move I protest, but he assures me that is not a problem. The room is warmer now, or perhaps it is we who are warm, even hot, and he throws back the covers. He pulls me to the edge of the bed so that I am kneeling on the floor, lying face down on the mattress, and his hands go to my hips, positioning me just. He held on to her there for another ten seconds and then pulled out. They immediately got dressed and with out so much as a thank you they were out the door. I cradled my wife's head in my lap as she lay there panting. She was too weak to even move. After a bit I got up and gently laid her head on the bench. I pulled my pants up and while doing so I surveyed her back side. She had collapsed on top of her knees and his white semen was dripping onto the heels of her feet. It ran down the soles.