Liars lay with lies.The farm my husband's grandfather had first sown, had become half sty. One strong boy and a strong but small mother could not till... nor tend the acres needed to sustain our lives. Pigs grew fat and profitable. Hortense and I could plant beets and squashes and let pigs forage unkempt rows pocked with weeds they ate as readily as the crops. Winters were mild, and there was open country to herd the pigs to, while replanting took hold.Grandfather cursed us, tried to hit the boy,. "Fuck me," she whispered huskily.Joe and Randy, unaware of the newcomer's presence, both muttered in protest. Jack tensed, struggling against the unholy desire that filled him. Then, summoning up all of his willpower, he began to pump his prick."W--why?" Bonny stammered, frowning in confusion.Why was he beating his meat when she had offered him her cunt? She rose up and reached out for his cock, but he took one step backwards, staggering, still pounding his prick furiously. What kind of pervert. " Joey mused carelessly aloud."He's fucking lost his mind...He's probably insane, going on about his damn fingers, feeling my butt" Aidan thought fearfully to himself. "If he's this crazy, it shouldbe over soon. I'll tell the cops, get this boy put in an insane asylum and -" Wanting to ensue as much intensity as he could, the other boy forcefully inserted his index finger into Aidan's puckered pink hole. His finger immediately felt the warm, soft skin left un-touched within the virgin's. The boy looked barely legal!After an hour of eye contact and my gesturing towards the bathroom, the then tipsy boy followed me there. I locked us into a cubicle and fucked him raw watching his eyebrows scrunch up and listening to his voice shakily scream, "Daddy!" Over and over again until he came. I've only seen him here twice since those many months ago, but that night still played in my mind every now and then. There was something about him that for once left me wanting a second round. It.