I could dispense Happy-mess gizem on the ice cream and one of the barn cats came out to enjoy a little on the ground like cream from the cow’s teat....I could feed the hungry and starving.Beyond that shed and around to the left where the long line of feed bins stood tall I thought I could hear voices. It sounded like they were coming from the other end of the bull pen. I kept going and remembered the malt smell of the warm feed delivered and shoveled into the bins.The malt was from a local. Then she asked me if I'd like to rub them so I said sure and took her left foot into my hands with the other on my leg.Shortly after the other foot was on my crotch, she must have felt the bulge grow it was almost instantly!! I told her "you know I like feet right?" she replied "I know". So I took the left foot up to my face and started kissing it, then she started rubbing her right foot on my crotch. I could no longer keep it in so I pulled it out!! Shortly after both feet were on my cock and. I hope we didn’t keep him from anything.”The other man unashamedly stares at her swollen breasts. He answers, “Not at all. I can see why he wanted to hang out with you instead of some guys in a hotel bar. It’s nice meeting you also. Excuse us, but Chuck and I need to get to our meeting.”Lynn is almost out of breath as she pulls out of the parking spot. Chuck and the other man walk down the sidewalk.“Damn Chuck! Have you been holding out on us? That body of hers and those tits. I thought you. He stooped down behind the seat to grab his favorite gun his BAR. He leaned it up against the door and loaded up his specially made vest's magazine pouches with extra mags he love the vest he had made and considered it his greatest idea. It had built in holsters for his 1911 colts and places for his bar and colt mags as well. In all he had 72 pistol rounds and 160 for his beloved bar all within easy reach. He had yet to need his bar during or after a heist but he wanted to be prepared. This.