Red Lipsleaned forward to allow the strings to be tightenedwhile her tits brushing my face. Her nipples strokedagainst my lips. “Tighter!”... I could see Red Lips winceas the Basque was tightened. Squashing her breastsagainst my fore head. “Tighter!” She shouted. Now shehad a small smile of pleasure on her face. My body quivered from Bambi’s licking and fingering myass. I could feel a slight stretch but no pain. She wasso good.“Suck my tits!” whispered Red. "What the fuck you want, Nigga?" he finally blurted out turning to him. He didn't respond, but Ty noticed his stare and followed where he was looking. The little white girl timidly approached, shyly looking at the floor while walking, not making eye contact with anyone. She had on enough makeup for two street whores and what in the hell was she wearing?The girl's fists clutched the sides of the panties, pulling them tightly against her crotch while the baggy top drooped down, exposing her right. But how in the hell do I find where they lay their eggs in all this mess, and how can I keep the chickens close to my cave – if I somehow manage to catch some?"Fences? Chicken houses? All were concepts he knew little about, and he had no real knowledge of how chickens were kept. He remembered seeing something on TV about the inhumane treatment of laying hens. Something about them being kept in cages barely large enough for the hen to sit, let alone stand or move around in.Dammit. The early. ‘You think your money is the only thing you have to offer? Maybe some of them just like cocky jerks!’ ‘Thanks, asshole. How do I know the difference, though? Anyway, come help me carry the lumber from the truck. We’re wasting daylight here. Talk to Jen. Like I said, she’s a great girl, but isn’t a flirt. Don’t take it personally if she’s a little standoffish.’ Oddly enough, Jen came wandering into my room as I finished getting dressed after my post-construction shower. ‘Hey, kiddo, what’s up?’.