Don’t get me wrong, sliding into each of you and shooting my seed into you is a glorious feeling, but that is not what makes me feel loved. God, I�...�m going to sound like such a girl! I love cuddling with each of you. I feel wanted and loved and cherished.”“Cherished! Now there is a word I never thought that I would ever hear a man utter.” Lynn spoke as she took my hand.“Look, we have talked about our ex’s and our histories, but I have never told you how it killed me emotionally. Until I met Lynn. They don't need a reason, just opportunity," interjected Cathleen. "I just hope it isn't women and girls they are using up. Sounds like it might be," and she shuddered."That tears it though. We have a mission." I said."We have a mission!" declared Cathleen, the others nodded emphatically, and we resumed our planning.By Sunday, the snow had melted in large patches, and we were walking east on Highway Twenty, each of us about twenty feet from the other. Where there was snow, we occasionally saw. The phone rang and Laura answered, "Oh, Jennie, I am so sorry! Oh, of course, Megan can stay here until you get back."She turned to me and Janet. "That was Jennie Riley. Megan's grandmother had a stroke and Jennie has to go help. She may be gone a week or more. Megan needs a place to stay and doesn't want to miss Janet's 16th birthday party."Janet moaned, knowing the fun we had this morning would be curtailed. Laura said, "Oh, there should be times we can be together late at night while Megan. One thing we will do is move him across to the other side of the barn. That should help going forward but, you’re right, what about that thing?” She took the hobble straps off the hind legs and led him out of the stall. She was considering the next thing. “I guess he could be walked. I would think that the exercise might distract him and the blood flow might result in a change.”Helen was watching the horse and his cock. She was trying hard (no pun) to be clinical and not focus too much on the.