Only difference was that the critters we saw had long necks and longer, skinnier legs than the ones in the pictures. They was plenty big enough for so...diers to ride on, no shit. The farm had herds of smaller pigcritters, too. Four or five different kinds of them. Ahlenya says some of them have long thick hair that they weave their cloth from, kinda like sheep's wool only coarser, and there's others that they keep for milk and cheese, along with heavy ones for hitching to ploughs and pulling. Remarkable recovery for someone whojust shot out what must have been months' worth of ejaculate, as she washardening already. "I can feel that it does, Bunny. What do you want?" Iknew what I wanted but as always, it was up to Sarah."Now now girls, that's enough. Let's see if Bunny likes us to payattention to her wonderful backside. Not Lori's type of attention, we'renot into rape, Bunny, relax. Now up onto the bed, take off those panties,all fours please Bunny." Sarah whispered to me to use. I remembered the first day my husband Jim built it for our son. We all came up here and enjoyed the view. The trees were not as tall then. You could see for miles around. Our son was so excited. He didn’t want to come down.Running a farm takes a lot of work. Jim works from sun up to sun down every day. This makes him very tired. He usually falls asleep right after dinner in his chair. He never gets a day off. It wasn’t always like this.When we first started the farm years ago, we had plenty of. The patterns swirled together in a kind of playful modern art aesthetic, like something you might see at a museum in New York.“It’s really pretty.”“Makes for a nice picture, doesn’t it.”She looked at him with a smile, “Are we going to swim in that?”He chuckled, “I wouldn’t if I were you. It’s chemical runoff, probably from the chem plant.”“There’s no chemical plant near here.”“Not nearby, no, but they do happen to own a lot of this land, so put two and two together.”“Wow, we should do something.