Since mom had died, she had been pretty much alone regarding certain things. She and her mom used to spend hours together, both of them chattering exc...tedly about girl things, and life and love. Dell had done all and then some that she could ever have hoped for from a father, but however he tried, and surely he did, he couldn't really be a mother. It was different. She loved him so. He was the only man in the world she really trusted, she breathed as she drifted off to sleep, peacefully.Dell. “Hey you, can I talk to you for a second?”Belle looks up as a curvy brown cow goddess steps over her, blocking out the warmth of the setting sun. The girl speaks in less than friendly tone, but she cannot be more beautiful. She has straight black hair, bright tantalizing eyes and the skin of the most dazzling brown cows out there. Belle’s prick is already growing fat at the prospect of fucking her. “Is this your spot? Is there something wrong?” she asks, climbing to her feet and gathering her. We got separated and after a while I went in search of my wife. I went from room to room, I eventually found her in the kitchen. I stood at the kitchen door and saw her surrounded by six guys who were all trying to get a feel of her lovely body. She was a bit drunk and either didn't realise or didn't care what was happening to her. She had hands all over her as the men all tried to get a grope of my lovely young bride. One guy started kissing her hard on the mouth and as he did 2 guys who were. Her mannerismsbecame very masculine, as did her tastes.Then to my horror, she began to keep the intimate company of women.Even then, her tastes seemed to progressively degenerate. At first shechose respectable women, much like her former self. Then, sheincreasingly chose women that were voluptuous, but not very smartupstairs. As she once joked, "Big of tit, small of wit."She definitely had developed a taste for lusty wenches.This was particularly hard on me. At first it was fun to try to.