We're only about four hours out of the money, and if we hadn't gotten lost near Nikolai, that would have put us in the money right there. I think we c...ould do better next year, but ... I don't know. I mean, I wanted to run the race, and finish respectably, and the top third of the field counts as that, I think. I've been so focused on running this race for years, and now that it's over, I guess I don't know what comes next. I mean, it's going to seem so strange to get home and go back to school. .” She pointed to something covered with a tarp in the corner. “... a Hucow milking station.”She patted Nicole on the ass and said, “You just hang around there while I get things set up.”While Annabelle was moving some things around, Nicole asked timidly, “What’s a Hucow, Mistress Ann?”Annabelle laughed. “When I was a really small girl and came out here on weekends, Grandpa used to have this young girl who helped out around the farm. Grandpa called her his little milkmaid. I always felt sorry. One was about a brother and sister that were fucking each other. Another was about a father and daughter and the one that caught my attention was about a son and mother. It described in detail about the first time they fucked each other and the different ways he had fucked her – missionary, doggy, cowgirl, etc. It got me thinking, wondering if mom would really allow things to go that far and was I ready to fuck my own mother. After a while, we put the mags away for a later visit and started. You _are_ lovely!" I wish Ashley could have been here," the bride said wistfully.The bridesmaid laughed. "So do I. And I know she really wanted to behere. It wasn't her fault that her babies decided to arrive two weeksearly." With her nice, round, _pregnant_ belly, she'd have fit in perfectly witha lot of our friends from the clinic!"The bridesmaid laughed at the mental image. "She wanted a loving husbandand her own babies. It looks like she got her fairy-tale ending." I don't know about.