I ride a little with Joe

"Yankee Stadium?", I reply, "I've spent my whole life playing sacrifice bunts and being called out before I reach first base."

Joe looked totally confused at this comment.

"Look Joe I'm just a wanderer, I go wherever the road takes me."

"Well this road is going to take you to my farm which is just on 40 miles out of town. I guess you can get another ride from there if you want." Replied Joe.

"Sure, sounds fine to me."

Without thinking I started to scratch my pussy, it was a little itchy from the shaving. Reaching under the thong I have a really good scratch. At this point, Joe nearly drove off the road. This caused me to stop what must have been a most flagrant display of skin. Funny, I would normally not have done that in front of anyone, probably not even myself, I guess I was starting to get free.

"You like what you saw Joe?" I smugly ask.

"Sure, you ain't got no hairs down there though?" he stammers.

"A big boy like you must have seen a lot of pussy -- surely you have seen a shaved one before?"

" To be honest, no I havn't. I've seen my mother's pussy and my two sisters' pussies, and I can testify that all of them are as bushy as hell!"

How could he testify to all that I wondered. I asked, "Joe, how do you know that they are all so hairy?"

"Well Anna, I hope you are not easy to embarrass, but its like this. With only three women to help me on the farm its pretty much all the time for me, and so the prospects of a social life are pretty dim. So we satisfy all our needs within the family, if you know what I mean."

Oh my god he's been fucking his sisters and his Mom.

"You don't mean that you have sex with them do you?" I blurted out blushing a bright red as I did so.

"Sure we do, and I'm the prize bull of the herd as well. I seduced them one by one, and now it's a real get together thing, we all love each other, so why not show it in the best possible way. The girls want to go all night long sometimes, but after cumming four or five times I'm totally spent!"

I could feel myself getting really wet as he told his story. I could see from the bulge in his pants that he was indeed the prize bull as well. Not that I had seen a man's penis but this thing looked huge in his tight jeans.

Well it seemed like in no time, and we were at the farm gate. Joe asks if I would you like to come in and eat something, before I push on. . . Ummmm eat something? I wonder.