“Can mommy help you, with doing that, dear?” She reached for my boner and replaced my fingers with her own digits. Since the no touching guideli...ne seemed to be put aside, as mom plied my proud six inches of stiff stalk, I extended my arm and cupped her breast. When there was no objection on her part, I boldly played with the pink berry of her nipple, then switched to the other.Mom grinned and nodded her approval of my manipulations of her swell teats. Dad looked up and with a growl of lust,. "Oh I should say about two hundred pounds all in all." hereplied. Pat gasped. "But we don't have that sort of money." sheblurted, "There must be some way we can work this out." "And how do you expect to do that? Are you going towork in the kitchens for the next six weeks?" His sarcasm had us stumped.In two minutes we'd gone from couple of the week to idiots of the year, butthen another voice piped up. It was the man holding the camcorder. "I tell you what George, how would you like. Dad told me that it was and that I’d get the hang of it quick enough, but if I had any trouble he’d be found on the BankTop hill tending to the Friesian herd. That herd was huge and raised for beef whereas the few Jerseys near the farm were beautiful show animals.Confidently I took a steel bucket and walked out across the muddy yard and into the cattle shed where there were six dairy cows. I filled their racks with hay, tspread feed in the troughs, then got them into the their milking bays,. My thoughts reverted to my Erika back in Nurenberg waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares about being raped up in Berlin by the rampaging Russian soldiers that were on a crusade to impregnate every female inside the city to change their German DNA into at least half Russian and prevent Germany from ever seeking to rule the world ever again. That certainly didn’t seem like a good plan to me but it was probably one that made Stalin smile in his display case in the middle of the.