“That’s what they put on my birth certificate when they registered me. xxx She seemed to taste it for a moment and then said, “It’s salty, but it doesn’t taste bad.” She smiled down at me, “Heck, I could even get used to it.” This elicited a strong moving in my loins and I knew without looking that I was as hard as ever. I froze as I went to lay down. Lester showed me how to take care of the animals and maintain the machinery that the migrant workers would use to pick the fruit during harvest. She let out a gasp, “Mmm-ooOOH! As it pulled up I caught a glimpse of reddish hair through the back window, but I was in the middle of feeding the milk cow, not a euphemism, and wasn’t
