My aunt turned white as a ghost when my uncle said that, and Brett had a smile on his face. They said they didn’t do anything to you that you didn’t ask them to do,” he said casually. Milf sex Next, Brett took me to the men’s bunkhouse, a long building with two gathering areas at each end and bunks on either side of a wide aisle. Brett jumped off the bed and dressed while the next man took his place between my aunt’s legs and began to fuck her. “Haha, all right, Hannah. “Oh, yes, the horses are magnificent,” I replied. I had an hour before dinner, so I decided to shower but locked my doors first. “Are you on the rag?” Brett again crossed the line. “The horses can smell you when you’re on the rag,” Brett continued. “I want to thank both of you for all you’re doing for me, and I want to pull my weight around the ranch, so I expect to have chores to do every day,” I told them.
