WNUT-AM wasn't nearly the scurvy place that its owner, Wendell Jemison, had described. The old man seemed to have a genuine talent for downplaying eve...rything -- at least everything he personally owned as a minor-league entrepreneur. His apartment building hadn't proved to be as tawdry as Jemison had suggested, and his radio station, albeit a low-powered AM outlet, was, from all appearances, well-appointed and efficiently run.While this made Paul happier about his decision to work there, it also. “What if mommy wakes up?” she asked with concern.“I will leave her a note so that she will know where we are, and what we are doing, and when we will be back. Would that be good?”She thought for a while before answering, “I will go with you if you want me to.”The fact that she was willing to trust him brought a smile to Rory’s face.“Let’s make a note for your mom, and then we'll get out of here.”It didn’t take long to find the cattle. He had them all in one field where he was feeding them corn. All I wanted was to sit, have a warm cup of coffee, and catch my breath. My feet were sore from walking for hours, thinking and wondering what to do?I was dressed as I usually dress outside of work these days. A pair of black Chic jeans, feminine underwear, a soft corduroy shirt of a pale yellow color buttoned up to the neck, and V-neck black sweater. I wore a pair of flat, feminine shoes on my feet. My hair was longer than it had been in years, but was still fairly short as feminine styles go,. The hum of the small motor inside the toy became more mumbled the farther it was buried inside her. I idly stroked my aching cock as she slowly pumped the toy in and out of her cunt. She was lost in the sensation of the humming toy and rolled onto her belly, holding the toy with one hand and rolling her hips fucking it. It had to be one of the sexiest things that I’d ever seen and one of the most erotic that I’ve seen since. As she fucked herself with the toy her pretty little asshole winked at.