He wasn’t thrusting anymore. Xxnx My afternoon chores gave me a good reason to be in the barn for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a hand job. I imagine that Lad’s balls must have been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noises when he hit the really good spots. He hit the hole. I went out for a walk after breakfast and just a few minutes after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he’d been up to earlier. Sometimes he’s Laddie, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other variations.




















