Nine eggs a day is barely enough for breakfast for four of us. My original plan of ten chickens was based on one person in mind — just me - with an ...ccasional harvest of a chicken for the stew pot. We need more food than that now. Except for the one stork I surprised, I have not been able to shoot any large birds since I got here. I don't think turkeys exist here. Geese are too high up for an arrow. Duck, well, I don't even like duck.An occasional chicken will be good, but I have not planted. Without looking up at me she said "Ok, we'll do it on your bed again like yesterday. Get yourself ready and I'll come up in a few minutes."As I lay naked on my bed waiting for her, my dick started to get semi hard thinking about mom's body again. And I felt a bit more relaxed about my own nudity in front of her now. I hadn't been able to feel up mom's ass during our session in the bathroom and I was looking forward to that, assuming we would do the same thing as before. Soon, there was a knock. My father gave me a look that was hard to read. It seemed to be one part concern, two parts smugness. I felt awkward in my one home. Cindy spoke before I could ask what was up.“Oh, hi honey,” she smiled, but I could still see tears welling up in her eyes. “I have an important announcement to make.”“What,” I asked sarcastically, “did else someone die?” I knew my comment would remind my father of my mother’s recent passing. That was my intention.Cindy looked surprised and glanced at my father,. She felt herself wetten between the legs. Whenever the Master was ready, Sissy was ready to accommodate him.She heard him unzip his zipper, then his strong hands on her hips. He forced her forward, his cock tip rubbing against her steamy snatch. Sissy wriggled her hips, hoping to excite the long, thick visitor. She dropped her hand between her legs to spread the juice slicked lips of her smooth bare mound. Make it easy for him, she thought, as she offered the wet hole up for the Master's.