Margarite sort of followed, except she tended to trot the fence line. Jughead was different. He tended to roll over and make mulish versions of snow a...gels. Then shake it off and move to a new spot and do it all over again.After watching their antics for a minute, I gathered my helpers and returned to the job at hand. I figure that the most disgusting job was job one. I got the girls to work with shovels, pitchforks, and wheelbarrows, mucking out the stalls. Fortunately, for them, the 3 of them. When he growled at their attempt I knew it wasn’t going to happen unless I shunted further down and that meant Dexter would have to move and he was enjoying himself pushing his tongue further into my cunt that had started to juice up from the attention. When I pulled my head up I could see Dylan lying close by watching what was going on with a contented looking smile on his face, his jaws open, eyes wide and ears cocked up.Then Dagon turned around and I let go of his cock. He seemed to. Do you like it? He did. We fucked on my desk while you were in the locker room.” She said as she rubbed her hands up and down her body. Her coat was just a sexy little top that stopped at her ass. The only thing else she had on were white stockings that ran up her legs to a lace garter. And nothing else.She reached out her hand and took mine, then lead me over to one of the beds in her office. “Lay down and get comfortable, you can rest now, we’ll get you cleaned up too”. I hopped up on the bed. “Yes I replied moved up from the city last weekend”. “You cycle?” she responded. “Yes I do and I believe you do as well, maybe you can show me some tracks sometime?” “It will be my pleasure,” she said as she moved away to serve some other customer. I had dinner and chatted with a couple of the locals and just before I headed home, I arranged to meet Monique the next morning for a ride up to Iron crown, the peak that towers over the village. I got into bed that night thinking about.