‎There was a long pause then, “Chief Deputy Malloy,” was all he said.‎‎”I need to get with John to decide how to best handle this. I sure ...s hell don’t want any more harassment,” I said. “Surely your man or woman didn’t leave any prints or DNA on the bug.”‎‎”You know that shit pops up in the least expected places,” the Chief Deputy said.‎‎”Ain’t that the truth,” I agreed. “Just to let you know I’m not in this to cause any shit. I just plan to make damn sure you don’t cause me any trouble going. After all he didn't want to scare Miss Catherine and thus make her do something, like call the police on him.He'd watched, and listened, often enough to know what he had to do to get Miss Catherine to do what he wanted done, and tonight he was determined to get her to not only give him blowjob but to also allow him to fuck her. He knew from watching that she was using the cucumbers on herself and he also knew that his black cock was much larger then any vegetable she'd be able to use on. The following Saturday morning, I decided that I would stroll over to Lower Hill farm I took the route, using the footpath across the various pastures. I crossed the railway line using the pedestrian bridge crossing and into the woods on the other side. Jean used Lower Hill farm, (my farm) basically for beef production. Keeping her farm upper hill farm for the milking herd. Currently the milking herd was in the region of about 125, so hand milking twice a day was a big task.I had just entered. It’s all hot and steamy, and all gooey on the inside. You’ll just absolutely eat it all up and be begging for more!”Jack grinned. “I’ve never turned down the offer of a hot steamy biscuit. Sure, I say let’s head on over there and you and I can dig in.”“Oh, Jack, I couldn’t,” I replied. “I feel absolutely stuffed. You’ll have to eat my butter-biscuit too, if you don’t mind.” Jack nodded eagerly and assured me that he wouldn’t mind that at all. I reached down and snatched up my kitty. .