No one comes around to bother me anyways.’ I turned and walked over to my mini-fridge. ‘Now, would you like just one drink?’ She walked up behin...d me and hugged me. I could feel her chest mash up against my back. ‘Huh, she’s not wearing a bra either…’ I heard her soft moans again. ‘I’ll drink whatever, whenever.’ I passed her a mini bottle of Smirnof. The stuff got me feeling loose, just not drunk off my ass. ‘Mmm, looks like we have the same taste in vodka Handsome.’ She winked so seductively. “Shit, I’ve screwed the morning away, but hopefully I’ll have at least one jug and a bowl left after I fire them. Hmmm. One of the articles said that most of the breakage during firing was caused by uneven thickness or too much moisture in the clay.” Wondering if he were doing the right thing, he took the bowls and jugs outside and left them in the sun to begin drying.After a trip inside, he approached the brush fence with the chickens’ water pan. When they saw him through the fence, they came. The ponies at the Stables were always taken from behind, and it was a rough experience that rarely lasted more than a couple minutes. Despite the fact that the Stables worker had to bring her off with his hands and mouth before mounting her, the ponies were never allowed to climax during breeding. Any show of pleasure while being bred resulted in a punishment from my uncle. He claimed it helps separate bringing the ponies pleasure and breeding them, but I think it was mostly my uncle being an. "I had no idea why he wanted me in the shower without turning it on. Wouldn't he want me clean after what we had just done? But I wasn't about to ask questions. I was pretty much in his control and just obeyed.He walked into my bathroom. "Good, now stay in the tub and get on your knees." Again, I did as I was told.He approached me with his flaccid cock still looking rather large. Instinctively, I opened my mouth once he was directly in front of me and took the limp dick in. "Good, now I just.