With my caffeine kick completed and a brief chat about the inspection report Mrs J took out her phone and smiled, “Shall we crack on Mr English and ...et these pictures done for your landlord” and then finishing off her drink stood up full of beans and headed out to the hallway with me behind her surveying just how short her dress was for a 45yo woman.“After you Mrs Jarvis” I said pointing the way up the stairs and got a warm smile as she started to climb the stairs and without the need to hitch. “She took his hand, and led him up the stairs and into her studio. They sat down on her couch, the same couch where she had first watched the video just a few days ago, and she impulsively slid over to him and pressed her firm breasts into his arm as she put a hand on his leg. Getting the picture entirely, he leaned in, and their lips met.Amy was in heaven. She never wanted the kiss to end, and as their tongues danced, she began to slowly rub herself against him. She realized that this. His hard, rough hands gripped my hips and he pushed his fat tool into me, stretching me again. Not deep, but so very thick, his cock started to hammer at me like one of his power tools, digging a post hole in the flesh of my fuckhole. I started to moan more and more loudly, no longer worried about the noise, and when my knees weakened and I came again, I shouted, Oh, FUCK thats good cock! Only his strong hands kept me from falling as the three of them laughed at my exclamation. Then, without. Perhaps, with my new deity powers I can learn how to do something like that.I was forced to be taken to a tattoo parlor by the dairy owner’s son because he said I had to have a permanent livestock ID put on me aside from any livestock brands. The ID was required by law he said. He told me I could opt for an ear tag like the cow’s had punched into their ears but they were potential problems with torn ears, things like that.[Having met the sisters at their mother’s tattoo parlor I impressed them.