"The sheep and goats don't respect the cattle guards all that much," Stan replied.Angie turned in her seat to watch the gate close and was shocked as ...he gate, made from two inch steel pipe, swung back and forth with more than enough force to crush a car. "Guess it wouldn't pay to stop in the wrong place. Huh?" Nope it wouldn't." Stan said "Do you see that steel t-post this side of the gate?" Yea there was another one on the other side" Angie answered "What are they for?" That marks the point. Bonnie said.Everyone but Sheila agreed immediately. Sheila asked, I told him. Tim sat, chewing silently, for a long time. I said.As we were getting ready for bed, Sharon asked me, {Mike, wouldyou mind if Sheila slept with us tonight?}{Are you sure that's a good idea love? I sort of figured she'd be joining Ken's group, or maybe even get involved with Tim. I'm not even sure she'd want to sleep with us.}Sharon laughed. {Oh, but she does. This is her idea. Mike, my poor dumb male, Sheila has. I stopped and she rolled over on her back, put her legs way up in the air and spread very wide for me. I had never seen even a thinner woman spread that wide. Her outer pussy lips fell open and looked like a beautiful, wet, soft, hairy flower petals that had just opened to the sun and still had the morning dew on them. Her inner lips and pussy hole looked nice and tight and snug waiting for my cock to finish and like it wanted my cum. So I gladly obliged. I fucked her hard and came deep inside. And sometimes I would really score. After he fucked my mother almost senseless, he would simply throw the used rubber into a corner. Ma would drink herself to sleep too, and then I would sneak in and pick up the dirty condom and suck my father's fuckslop out of it. It wasn't until years later that I realized I was eating my own potential brothers and sisters. By the time I was fifteen, it reached it's lowest point. By then, my father was calling me Sissyboy and Faggot. He asked me almost every.