Any of the ranch-hands could come in and see her but at the moment, he was just taken with how beautiful she was. He leaned a shoulder against the doo...rframe as she cooked, watching her silently and watching how she blushed harder and harder, aware she was being stared at. She finally gave an exasperated laugh, turning to smile at him, ‘What are you doing? You’re making me nervous.’ She had an accent but he loved it. He moved into the kitchen with her, closing the door behind himself and he saw. I sat down In the chair while he stood across from me and made another drink. His ass was right there. Two black strong cheeks. I got on my knees and spread his ass and began to eat on some great asshole. He loved it.He leaned over the sink and hunched his back a bit. I licked from his nut sack all the way along his crack and his tight pink hole running my tongue deep inside up to the tip of his tail bone and then back again repeatedly. I love to eat ass. As much as I love sucking cock. I am. "The music playing was the overture to Monteverdi's "L'Orfeo." It boomed loud and resonant, but could not quite drown out the tortured scream from the machine.I felt a faint quiver in my bowels, down at the very depths of the dildo insertion point. It became a rhythmic wave-like droning pulsation, like the vibration of large engines distantly felt through the hull of a boat. It was shaking me, pulling me apart, and I was riding waves of sheer motion, and every cell of my body overloaded, then. It's happened through several generations. I didn't tell youthree...because I didn't want to force it on you. I wanted it to justhappen naturally," his mother said."The dress needs to be destroyed," Fred said resolved.His mother laughed at him. "Don't you think I've tried that. I've thrownit into the trash, burned it to ash, buried it, and thrown it into thesea, but it always comes back. It's not always in the attic, either.Sometimes, it's in my closet, the trunk of my car, hanging on our tree.