I don’t think the same piglet was ever locked out twice. We used a warbling whistle each evening to call them home. Pigs are extremely smart, and qu...ckly figured out that the whistle meant get your ass home or miss dinner.It was funny watching the mad scramble of the shoats each evening (a shoat is a young pig just after being weaned) as they headed for the main enclosure and the “good stuff.” In a way, their mad scramble reminded me of a stampede, just on a much shorter scale.People in the. I awoke with the clock's buzzing sound in my ear. It was probably a good thing I didn't sleep with my weapon under the pillow.Instead of heading to the shower, I put on the fleece running suit, the light weight parka and my ski mask and headed off to run for a half hour. I didn't bother to explain to the night manager that I was running. She already knew that if I didn't answer after five rings to give up then call back a half hour later.I ran with only my box opener and a flashlight. The light. This meant the girls had to ride sitting on a boys lap. Also, they had alreadyagreed to ride with their bottoms bare. My solution to this was that both Angel& Becky had to ride with a boys cock buried IN their cunts for the whole trip.Our claims were about 1 1/2 hours away so this would be fun too. Also the girlshad to ride with their tits exposed for folks to see & now they would be ridinga bit higher in the seat so this was going to let them be seen even easier.I had 2 boys get in the front. Sylvia soon found she couldn't wait for her daddy's mid-day medicine time. Sitting in the chair next to his bed, her pussy would ache in anticipation. At night she would dream up what she wanted to do the next day. She was shocked at how wet she would get just thinking about touching her daddy's cock. She wanted to masturbate in his bedroom, while holding his hard cock in her hand. She got ready, foregoing panties under her skirt, to give her easy access to her pussy. When her dad was knocked.