Where is it? Wheres the place? Lynne muttered. She was obviously anxious to join in the fun. I turned on to my side and gazed down to where Lynnes han...d was now fiddling around under her skirt. She lifted her skirt up until I could see Lynnes panties, and unsurprisingly they were starting to get wet. I think its somewhere here&hellip, I muttered as I slid my hand under Lynnes and, to my own surprise, started to rub her between her legs. Lynne gave a little gasp. I glanced up at her face and saw. I was initially upset however, deep inside I enjoyed watching them handle her body. I ordered another drink and sat near the game table where they were seated. They were playing some type of a card game, which I was unfamiliar with, therefore I was quite certain Mary did not know the rules. I soon learned it would have made no difference if she knew the rules, because they were passing cards under the table, and in her inebriated state, there was no way she could win. The game lasted about. I stood up and got close to her and put my right hand on Kate’s ass. “Can I have a last kiss?” A flicker of a smile crossed her face. She turned her head and quickly pressed her lips against mine then turned away and continued wiping my seed from her vagina and pubis. I reluctantly let go of her ass and stepped toward the door to retrieve my boxers. My dick was still leaking cum so I put on the boxers to block the flow. Then I picked up Kate’s white night shirt and brought it to her. She tossed. We will try to breed the ones giving the most milk and try to get offspring that will produce more. But we have probably 50 calves out there as they were the ones following their mothers when we brought them in. Also if we milk the cows, we cannot use them for meat. So we need some way to mark the ones we milk, we can cut the horns but we need a better way of marking them. I think cutting the horns is going to be a very good idea, that way nobody gets speared or gored. I know a way to mark.