‘No bother at all,’ she said. That was how I met Callie. … Chapter Four: Callie’s farm. I climbed into the beat-up pickup truck on unsteady le...s, and as Callie coaxed the engine to start, I began to question the wisdom of not getting medical attention. My head throbbed with every jerk and bounce of the truck, and my wrists were raw and burning. As for my shoulders, even getting the door closed was a painful experience. Luckily it was a short drive to the weather-beaten farmhouse that stood at. I suppose I was too embarrassed. I look over and she is staring, I mean really staring at my pussy! I mean looking straight at it! Ever have those little jackpot moments in life? You know, where you put your quarter in the slot, pulled down on that handle and said, “What tha fuck!” Of course you expected nothing to happen but then “Bing, bing, bing” you win the jackpot! I had one of those moments. First when Tina was looking at my already dripping wet pussy and seeming to be interested and then. I could see that I was in the main room of the house. Directly in front was a fireplace and furniture. To the right was a wide stairwell. To the left was what appeared to be a dining room. I also noticed a table next to the door. On it was an old-fashioned kerosene lantern. Lighting the lantern, I took a closer look around. I was in the great room. The furniture in the room was handmade. And very well made at that. The fireplace was big, but the mantle was huge. A good 10 feet wide and 6 feet. Please make me yours, claim me again!" I threw my headback, feeling the long golden hair against the top of my hips. "I wish Iwere pregnant with your child!"I heard him softly grunt, then I felt his seed being pushed into me. Ilaughed and kissed his cheeks and neck, continuously rocking upon hisshaft.I rolled off of him and lay beside his warm body, slowly playing withinthe curly hairs at the base of his softening shaft. I really didn't knowwhy, but I hoped that I had his sperm driving deep.