Chickens pecking and scratching at what they thought was food. Wind rustling the oak trees lining the property. And the man sitting by himself, cursin... and grunting as he pulled at the tractor's engine. Dirt and sweat lining his brow, just above those green eyes of his. Lynn felt something almost physically tug at her heart as she pictured the scene. "Ms. Hathaway?" Chris prompted. "You still there?" "I-" Lynn blinked at the start of tears at the corner of her eyes. What in the world? She. At least once he had been staring at her breasts, which caused her to shift uncomfortably and pull her blouse out so it wasn’t so clingy. As the work wound down Kurt began to send other employees home and Barbara became uncomfortable with the thought that Kurt was working to get them alone. But eventually they were alone and as Barbara walked into his office to give him a final report, Kurt had listened to the numbers impassively before saying ‘You know, I knew your son in high school.’. All the rest have thirty-one, except February which has forty-four." Grraammmpaa!" wailed my fourteen-year-old granddaughter, Shelly."What?" I absently replied. "You asked me how many days there were in August. Don't you remember that old saying?"Why did you say there are forty-four days in February?" Shelly looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes. She knew I had a story for her and began to settle in for what she already knew was coming.I looked into those eyes and saw the same eyes I fell in. I realised there was something in me! I pulled the panties down and dislodged a large butt-plug like dildo out of my pussy. I bunch of still wet cum oozed heavily out of my pussy. It felt strangely empty all of a sudden. Bastards had cum in me and then filled me put with this fat dildo. It was stumpy but very wide. I felt my pussy. I was gaping wide as usual these days. Forever gaping or filled. Maybe I finally had ruined my pussy… Well it didn’t bother me now, I had found a new sexual.