Constance recognized the brand on the kids as being from the family, sotook the goats back. Ruth paid her a silver for her trouble, and torepair any d...mages, and then went out to see the animals. "Hansel andGretel, what will I do with you?" she said, instantly recognizing thekids.The young goats seemed happy to stay near the hut, and Ruth made spacefor them in the old family barn, as a new one had been raised near thenew house. They seemed content, and over time she trained them to pull asmall. He inched lower, because he knows I like the anticipation, and soon he was licking the inside of my thighs, working up to the very apex. He was licking the outside lips with long licks, the way you would lick an ice cream, starting closest to the thighs and working to the middle. Finally he stuck his tongue as deep into my wet and wanting hole as he could, his tongue fucking me for a moment then working slowly up to my clit. He knew how to suck and lick in such the perfectly right combination,. I stopped rubbing, not quite sure what to do. I was pretty sure he was near enough to see what I was up to.Judging by his shape and posture he looked relatively young. He sat down diagonally across from us, about 10 metres further down the platform.“Don’t stop!” My boyfriend breathed, excitedly.Cautiously at first, I began to finger my pussy again. I could tell by the distinct tilt of the man’s head he was looking directly at us. This realisation triggered an intense headrush and my heart began. I remember seeing 'King' suddenly grab Joyce by her hair and yank her mouth off of his dick as he tried to aim the pistol in my direction.After that, I have some recollection of Joyce protesting to 'King' about something. All that was followed by an excruciating pain in my groin just before I hit the floor behind the couch.The sound of Joyce saying, "Jesus King, you could have warned me!" was the last thing I heard before I passed out from the pain.It occurred to me later that while 'King' was.