It would need heat for the mules during the winters, and would need enough space to store feed until the grass came back in the spring.I was sitting a... the bar sipping from my glass of Sherry, when a large group of people entered. Several made their way to the bar, and others waited to be seated. Eavesdropping on conversations seemed to be a habit with me. Apparently, this group was psychologists having some sort of convention.Why was it these people thought they had the answers? I was sure. The realism blew my mind. I knew I had the answer. I commissioned a carving of me, Kelly and Kirsty. John, the wood carver, asked me to give him some pictures of the three of us. He had seen us in the flesh as well. He then did some sketches of possible carvings, I wanted the theme of potatoes worked in somewhere.I chose a sketch showing me and Kelly standing arm in arm with Kirsty sitting against a sack of potatoes at our feet. I chose a piece of apple wood for the carving, which would stand. Once my throat relaxes I reach my hand up to roll your balls in my hand.“Oh your such a little slut. You like this don’t you? of course you do,” you say.I look up at you with a smile in my eyes. I start to move my free hand to my left nipple. I can feel your ball tighten, so I suck harder.You rip me from your dick and pull me up to my feet. You bend me over the couch. You rub my ass, then without warning you slap my ass hard. I scream out!“Shut up and take it!” you hiss in my ear.“You are not. Ann sank to her knees, unable to even bear her own weight. Her daughter, her one love in life was making love to, to… Ann looked again, she was now certain, it was Heather Lyons, her long time friend and neighbor who was going down on her own daughter.… Julie Walker lay flat on her back on the lawn as Mrs.L now lifted her head and twisted two of her long slender fingers in and out of her tight little cunt in a quickening rhythm. Julie groaned as her cunt walls slowly expanded her neighbors.