He trottedeagerly over to me, and took my fingers into his mouth,licking every last little drop of liquid from myfingertips. Getting more horny and a ...ittle braver, Islid my jeans off… and dropped my briefs to the floorof the stall. My breath was coming in excited gulps, I took some ofthe milk replacer powder, and sprinkled a generousamount of if on my rock hard cock. Walking back intothe pen, I was so hard that I had to push down with myhand to get my cock from standing straight up. I. I had stopped stroking my cock by this time, just shocked to be watching what was going on. But as he came inside my innocent, drunken wife, I found myself cumming along with him, without even touching myself. I had a spontaneous orgasm in my pants, just watching them. I quickly became aware that I needed to get back to my room before he came into the hallway. I ran back quietly, and jumped into the bed pretending to snore. Once I was sure he had gone back to his room, I waited about a half. ”“I’m always up before the sunrise to say my morning prayers and plan the day, although there is not much to plan for anymore.”“Well, shall we have some oatmeal for breakfast before we take a ride?” Clark suggested. “I brought some blueberries I picked yesterday growing at the edge of the apple orchard. I never noticed them before. They’re very delicious and should go well with oatmeal.”“Clark, you amaze me. In the big city, you were an architect in a fancy office. Did you ever think you would. She is wearing tight blue jeans and t-shirt. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra as the wet t-shirt is clinging to her b-cups. Her red hair is matted to her head and I am starring at her beautiful freckled face. I’ve had a crush on her since elementary school, but when we got into high school we were in completely different cliques.The rain is coming down hard as we arrive at her house and she stops in the front yard. She lies down on the grass and stares into the night sky.She pats the ground.