“Yeah, kidd- Jodi,” he corrects himself, “You sure do. I turn to face him and am surprised to see that he has removed his shirt and shoes, and is completely naked. xxx Today he has selected Margaret, a fat reddish cow who placidly ignores him. How old are you now, anyway?”
“Thirteen and a half!” I declare proudly. For a few minutes he tolerates this, laughing. I raise my hips to match his thrusts, reacting to the same primitive instincts that I have observed so many times in the livestock. Suddenly, he wraps both hands tightly in my hair. I gasp at the brief pain, then forget it as he thrusts firmly into my mouth and holds me there, pressed tightly against his groin.
