Most of these ranches have good looking cowgirls and cowboys running around and I must say that I have sampled my share of cowboys over the years and ... am sure my husband has saddled a few fillies during that time. We were at this really nice ranch and my husband was out working cattle. I decided to go for a walk down near an old stable. I heard some noise from within and peaked in to see three migrant worker men inside one of the stalls, they had their pants down and were standing around. The ring of her daughter’s asshole was very tight, and she wondered if Sally could take her brother’s cock inside it. She wiggled her finger, pushing it ill the way up her daughter’s asshole.“Sally, are you sure you want his cock in here?” she asked. “You feel awfully tight, honey.”“I want it, Mother!” Sally moaned. “Oh, yes, I want it! I can do it just like you, Mother!”Marla pulled her finger from her daughter’s asshole, and Sally pulled her cunt from Bob’s face, turning and seeing her. It wasn't a great surprise after all; we'd only just met. I'd invited myself to her studio, which must have looked pretty intrusive. Normally it's one of those things you just put down to experience but for some reason, this time, I couldn't let it go. It nagged at me. I finished my pint and headed off over to the studio. Shock stopped me in my tracks as I reached the front door.The place was wide open. Even from the doorway, I could see at a glance it had been trashed. I rushed in, thinking. Now we all know there's a lot more going on down there than a simple slit or crease. That was all that was visible, though, when Liz lay out on her bed with her legs open. As she touched herself (and by that age we knew where to touch), her lips sort of parted. There still isn't much to see, and you hesitate to pry the lips apart. That's just not done. But it sort of got pinker, if that's a word. The book said there was "increased blood flow" to that part of her. I didn't really see that much.