Gazoo’s chat with me earlier had let me know Challa is someone who belongs here.While the ladies tackled the kitchen I went to check on the horses. ... saw several extra stalls that I knew wasn’t there before. I had big two barrels of smelliness that needed to be elsewhere. Challa came out where I was, and began helping to finish cleaning up the barn. Clyde and company knew by now to move over by the doors while I cleaned the stalls. I saw Challa pick up the Pine-Sol I used to clean the floors.. Her figure caused a stir in my jeans as my wet body looked for warmth. The first time, I felt like taking her to her bedroom and pound her pussy with all my might. She broke my frozen posture with a smile, “Hi Rohan, what’s up. Come in,”I fumbled, “hey, hi, Is Anita home?”Nisha, “No, she has gone with her dad to Exhibition.”What the hell, Whenever I want to surprise her what I get is a shock. I told her that I will leave as I do not wish to spoil her carpet and drawing room with my wet jeans. A lascivious smile spread across Lana's face as she remembered how her boy had pounded her pussy the night before.And not even her ex-husband had fucked her as beautifully as her son. Lana pushed the sheets to the foot of the bed, exposing the nakedness of her sleeping child. His lean, muscular body looked so beautiful in the morning light sifting through the motel room blinds.And his prick. Oh, God, Richie had another beautiful boner. His cock was throbbing as he slept. Perhaps he was dreaming. . his left arm... his pitching arm.But the ironical part had come later when her lover, who had turned out to be a prominent, local political hack, had engineered an attempted murder charge against him and made it stick, netting him a year and a day in prison. When it was done, a bitter ex- baseball player named Andy Connelly was advised by a benevolent warden that he might do better in another part of the country... or even another country. Had he thought about that?In fact, he'd thought about.