“The right guy has never comealong.”“He might have now,” I told her. “How about me? Do youthink Tom would like that?R...1;“Maybe,” she said, and I could tell this conversationwas really turning her on. It was me, too. My cock wasready to jump out of my pants. “He’s home. Would youlike me to call him?”“Sure,” I said, but I was a little worried. After all,he might just want to keep this in the realm offantasy, and a phone. It's a little soon for that."She giggled, "It's never too soon. Was she easy to talk to?" Yeah, very easy. We've been around each other for a few months now, so it's not like we don't know anything about each other."She smiled once more before, "I'm going to bed now. Sweet dreams, Dad," she said as she kissed my cheek.Yeah, sweet dreams all right.Thanksgiving was held at the Cummings ranch house and Margaret prepared a wonderful feast for the seven of us. Bill and Harlan watched football games. I see shooting stars. I feel my body sing to his beat. I groan as my first orgasm takes its hold. My body stiffens. Then relaxes. But not for long.Its at this moment that Charlene reminds me of her presence by giving out a loud, "MOO". I open my eyes, and realize that my nipples are in fact incredibly, painfully hard. I release her, and cup my breasts. I massage my nipples and sigh. My breathing slows as I play with myself, I calm down. I reach to my pocket and scoop some Udderbalm in my. The Master went to his desk and brought out a huge black plimsoll. He gave the boy a couple of light taps, then raised the shoe up level with the top of his head and brought it down with an almighty crack. Honestly it was as though a gun had been fired - I jumped in my seat. The boy let out a grunt but that was all. If it'd been me, I guarantee you would have heard a very, very loud cry. I just couldn't imagine how much it must have hurt. He got two more swipes and then returned to his.