“Just in time, JJ, toss me a bottle, and ya’ll give one to Nate too.” sir’s son grabs the tossed bottle and walks over to me, crouching down so he can feed me the drink.”You’re doing fine, boy, enjoying yourself, I hope.” I I whimper and look up at sir’s son and moan loudly as the Shep that had been breeding me dismounts and pulls out, his load of seed dripping out of me and into the large bowl under me, collecting it for later. They were wearing pairs of overalls and as far as I could tell nothing else, their bare arms showing off the muscle and tone from working a physically demanding job.Īs they came up to the stage, I could see each one leading a pair of eager canines in 1 hand and a small cooler in the other. There’s nothing to the eye that can honestly tell the two apart, both are near 6-foot light honey-skinned physically fit young men.
Jessie and James were their names I would come to find out, but the twins preferred to be called JJ.
It didn’t take long for JJ to return, or rather the pair they called JJ.
