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The Woodson family lived at the beginning of the dirt that led back to Emmitt’s. They had a small farm and the “boys” had a few cows to keep them busy. Luther, the smartest of the two, was still dumb as a rock. Neither one had made it out of the first grade and still lived with their widowed mother. Nobody really knew how old she was. In reality, there were no chores to be done. The cows grazed in the pasture year round and every summer, Travis would come up, pick out the calves and take them to the market. Luther and Oscar sat the hay-bales and smoked their cigarettes. Another day in the life. ……… Emmitt called for the kids at 6:30 as always. They dragged themselves out, ate breakfast, and then waited for orders from Emmitt. School had been out for only two weeks and they did some kind of work everyday. Six or seven times a summer, Travis, the guy who hauled their cattle, brought Emmitt a pickup load of hay. That was always enough to get his herd through the winter. Travis was also the guy that had fucked young Maggie just two weeks ago. Emmitt had basically whored out Maggie so he could get a better deal on hauling his calves to market. Emmitt had joined in the fun and all three had experienced the best sex of their lives. Albeit, it was only Maggie’s second time ever. “Maggie, get your work clothes on, I need you to help me put that load of hay up that Travis brought us.” “Work clothes” was Emmitt’s term for a sheer tank top and baggy jean shorts. If he was going to be working with his pretty young daughter, he wanted to enjoy the view. She didn’t own a bra, cost too much fussed Emmitt, and she only had three pair of panties which were reserved for her school outfits. Five minutes later, Maggie walked into the kitchen in her ‘work clothes.” Emmitt’s cock woke up every time he saw her in them. Emmitt yelled to the other kids, “Molly, Earl, y’all clean this damn house. Worsh 'em clothes and hang ‘em on the line. Then get outside and get the yard picked up. Come on Maggie, let’s get this hay started.” Emmitt’s job was to pick up a bale indian from in front of the barn, put it on the conveyor and Maggie would stack it in the loft. He licked his lips staring at her hairy pussy as she climbed the ladder to the loft. Every trip to the conveyor, Emmitt looked up her baggy shorts at her hairy tight pussy. It was hot and dusty up there but if he had more time, he'd slip into the loft with Maggie and give his daughter another good fuckin'. His cock ached for her tight lil' cunt. After an hour they were done. he asked in surprise. I heard the men laughing, but in the headset I heard Yvan commanding to stop this because the client wants to see fresh victims! He did not know if she was moaning from what he was doing or imagining what Jesse was doing to her daughter. Sherry went over to her night case saying: “I should put this in our room.” Dad watched as she leaned over for the case…showing us her slender legs and panties. “Thank you so much! My god, I don’t think I’ve ever been with a girl who loved sex so much, and I didn’t even care if it had nothing to do with it being me. I was just glad to be a part of the experience. “You can touch it if you want.” I sighed making her look up at me in shock making Haylee exhale hard as she slowly slid her shaky hand towards my cock until she was caressing me through my sheer boxer briefs as Allysa continued to take photos. “Damn… levitating spells, glowing swords… how the hell hasn’t George Lucas found out and sued your dojo?” I replied “a kiss during a weekend indian getaway outing in high school”. Does she not know how much she is loved? As well as the drawings we are supposed to have for the outdoor work you talked with him about. “Have you seen that her! Never to be repeated. Jenny puts us where she wants us which is pretty bossy of her, but since I like where this is going, I'm not going to complain. She said I will pull Dads van to the Back of the house and we can load all this in there. It was difficult and disorienting looking at the world basically upside down. Either the rope had stretched or her body had, her heals were only about an inch off the floor. They can’t! She’ll fall to pieces!