Such a young prick, yet so big, she thought to herself as a tremor swept about her flesh. His balls dangled downward, yet looked full.Telling herself ...he was, crazy, Joan knew she wanted her son’s cock. It felt as if she could feel that beautiful hardness already sliding into her cunt, stretching it, filling it. She moaned in a throaty sound, her legs shaking.“Let me fuck you, Mom,” Billy asked in a small, pleading voice. “Please, Mom ... see how hard it is? Let me put it in you down. There were two tents; one for the beer and the other for live bands and such. I was alone to begin with but as always randomly bumped into people I knew. I spent the night walking around between the two tents drinking and making random conversations. In between drinks I even managed to snog or fool around with random drunken women, but it never went any further than that... That is until the end of the night. It was about 2am and the place was closing down, all the bands were packing up and the. I seem to drift into unconsciousness, reveling in the wavesof pleasure.I awake in the same position as I fell asleep in, still naked andcovered by a bed sheet. I can hear Dane downstairs, and smell hiscooking. I prop myself up on the pillows, gazing down over my big bosomsthat are resting on my enormous swollen middle. Dane comes in with asmile on his face "Admiring the beautiful woman you've become?" I smileas a reply. "It's amazing to think you've still got three months to go,and apparently. Willingham around.’ ‘Please call me Nigel, Mr. Carson. I’d like more than a tour, if you don’t mind,’ Nigel said. ‘If I’m to know how a real ranch operates, I need to get involved in all aspects of the work.’ ‘No offense Nigel, but the roundup, branding and a cattle drive is a mite rougher and harder than riding to hounds,’ Zach offered. ‘I’m an accomplished rider Mr. Carson, really I am. My riding tack is in my room and I would appreciate your help and guidance in selecting a horse.’ Zach.