Her green eyes sparkled with mirth as she rose and shook hands with Hannah as though being completely nude in front of her brother was not odd everywh...ere else. Hannah took Leanne’s hand warmly, and I could feel her supressing her hesitancy and questions. Interestingly, she seemed to have no desire in Leanne as a sexual object, merely my bunny-girl.I pointed past Hannah once more, to the shyly approaching Aly. As Hannah turned, I felt her shock at seeing the young girl wearing only a small. ‘But you’d have me here, with my massive cock. But yeh, I think we could. First thing you need to do, get an accountant, sort out the finances, make you - us - into a limited partnership.’ I wanted another kind of partnership too, but one step at a time.She sat back and regarded me. ‘Not bad for a stable lad,’ she said. ‘I had no idea. I thought you were just good with horses. Umph!’ The 'umph' was a result of me flipping us both over so Julia was on her back and I was poised to show her that I. As I just wanted to say hello, I locked my scooter outside the gate and went in. The door was locked from inside. I went into the veranda and to my luck the window was open. I went there and slowly adjusted the curtain and looked inside.My! What is happening? Inside my MIL and the man were naked. I could not see his face as he has turned the other side. My MIL was sitting on the edge of the cot. The man was sitting on the floor on his knees between my MIL’s fair, healthy thighs. The man was. I know that females lie. Apparently, judges and prosecutors don’t know that. Cops don’t know that either. I hate cops. I hate judges. I hate prosecutors. I hate the justice system. It doesn’t deserve its name. Justice should not be gender-biased. It’s not supposed to work that way. Some might agree with me. Others might consider me a real bastard. I don’t care. I don’t like misandrists. Those man-haters who make the life of the western male far more miserable than it has to be. I don’t.