John took the ring off and looking closely at it, he muttered to himself, "There is some inscription engraved along the inside of the ring, it is printed in Latin!"
He just sat looking at his silvery ring, while trying to check the engraved words with his laptop, he having in dictionary mode with nine different languages. One of the languages being oddly was Latin, as he studied Latin in high school and thought it might come in handy at some future time.
This is where I came into the picture, as we, John and me had an appointment to meet Mrs. Randolph at her Double R-R Ranch. Upon arriving at the front gate, we were surprised to see the four rail high PCV fences. The driveway entering the farm property was paved and smooth, as it had had a wintertime seal coat applied. As we drove along the driveway, the house was nearer to being a southern states style of a civil war era mansion. I counted five adjacent buildings, all having metal roofs of recent applications, and each building was clad with vinyl siding, and kept very clean.
"A place for everything and everything kept in its place," John remarked.
The property, the lawn, and the lush green paddocks near the main house made the place look like it was well worth the four million dollars of the requested amount of insurance. John was first to take note as mention about the herd of thirty sum ponies, a couple of draft horses, and several riding horses grazing calmly. The horses all in a pasture together, as well in an adjacent pasture were beef cattle, cows mostly, and one bull, as these animals John said she bred for slaughter, as we saw no problems!
Mrs. Randolph was the present owner, although the insurance application made mention as to Lakota and Emma Gene Randolph living trust as the titled owner of the farm and property. We gave our friendliest of greetings to Mrs. Randolph, and she acted rather cool about our having to come there and do an inspection of the property.
John walked far ahead of Mrs. Randolph and me, as we talked. I introduced myself as Daryl Durum, before I began asking the usual questions and she giving her answers while keeping a wary eye looking to where my partner was off to, and looking around.
Our host offered me to follow her to the sun porch, it situated at a high point where from it a person could see most of the ranch property. We sat and talked, a Day-maid brought out a pitcher of lemonade and six glasses?
Mrs. Randolph acted as if she were upset about John, as he had disappeared into the stable for almost an hour. She rose up out of her chair and retrieved a pair of binoculars, as put them to her eyes and said, "Where is your partner?"
"Is there a problem here?" I asked, as without the use of binoculars I easily spotted John standing in the open stables doorway what led to fenced aisles leading to either the corrals or the pastures. Mrs. Randolph did not respond to my question, she put down her binoculars and walked, no marched toward where she saw John standing.
"Hey, hey you there, yes you!" Mrs. Randolph said as she stomped her way walking to where John stood. I followed right along behind the upset woman, thinking that John might need a witness to the coming confrontation.
"Well, did you find what you were looking for, huh, huh, huh?" Mrs. Randolph said, she in a royal huff.
"Oh, ah hello, oh no problems here, everything you own and have here is in tip-top condition. I was just thinking how peaceful your farm is, and the view down the valley there makes me think of a wish to find someplace as peaceful to retire someday," said John, he not breaking his study of viewing as he answered Mrs. Randolph.
I stood ten feet behind Mrs. Randolph, she giving a cough as if to clear her throat, before she walked toward the open barn door. She stood then beside John as she did clap her hands. The whole horse herd heard her clap as every head popped up from where they were grazing. As one from the herd looked our way, as took but a short minute to get eye contact with Mrs. Randolph. It was a Bay colored horse or a large breed of a pony, the entire herd took off then at a wild galloping stampede, they heading toward their owner and John.
Mrs. Randolph walked a few feet to the left of where John stood, while he began backing away as the horse and pony herd came closer. There was a cloud of dust when the herd came to a stop, they mingling carefully around Mrs. Randolph, as if they were puppies coming in from play.
"Wow, they do respect you," remarked John, as I said about the same thing.
"They know my voice, and it reminds them of safety when in the barn, where they get a ration of food," said Mrs. Randolph.
John and I watched as she cut up apples into quarters, before she fed her hungry herd. The larger Bay colored stallion pranced up to greet Mrs. Randolph, he pushing past the mares, came close to his owner and accepted his piece of an apple.
The faint as distant ringing of the house phone sent Mrs. Randolph running toward the stables office. While she was busy, the pony and horse herd of mares began to mill about the strangers, as John began acting rather uneasy.
A brash sudden whinny and the herd stopped their movements, as all stood very still. The Bay colored horse walked through the herd to stand near to John. As then John seemed more at ease, he began petting the stallion along its strong neck, as across its back.
The Bay colored stallion lowered his head, he taking a sniff of the rump rear of a nearby mare. The mare flicked her tail and then raised it, as from behind her I could see she was urinating. The stallion snorted, he rolled his upper lip way up, he showing his green teeth. The mare responded as well, she took a half stride step forward and held her tail high and to one side away from her rump, her hind legs spread as if to expect something to happen.
John just stood there; he nearer to the mare then to the stallion, as the male became hugely aroused, giving reason for John to gawk as stare. I had seen what was happening as well when at other farms, but John seemed to act as mesmerized by what he was staring at, eyes wide, a drip of drool on his lower lip.
The big stallion pranced past John, and then gave a foreleg leap up, as he mounted the mare over her rump. As the stallion stood mounted, he turned his head to cast a look down toward John.
"What," said John, as if he were talking to the stallion, while wondering if his presence there was maybe improper?
"He is expecting you to be of a helper." I yelled to John.
The other ponies all mingled in close around the two mating ponies, while they encircled about John as well. I thought that John felt stuck, held there by the encircling mares, until they held him as trapped and pushed ever closer to the two horses making love.
I imagined that John being very much a bachelor, his own love life being dull, he as then given a sudden education of equine procreation, it working to spark his interest as he watched the stallion blindly prodding, he poking his enlarged male member at the mare's rump.
The stallion ceased his frantic trying to score, as it turned his head and cast a look back at John.
"What," John said again, he acting as if scared and near frantic.
"Grab hold of his cock, he expects to get some help, you need to aim him, or it, as to where he wants it to go, like into the mare," I yelled, my loud voice seemed to annoy the mingling mares, as three came away from the herd to come and nuzzle at me.
John looked back at me and then up at the stallion, as who was as nodding his head as to signify he was pleased by what I told my friend to do. Whether it was a friendly aid needed at the right time, or just a fond hope of equine enjoyment, when the stallion had fired his load he stepped down off the mare.
I had watched as John rather timidly reached over and guided the big cock into the proper spot. The touch brought a gaze down from the high mounted stud. The big stallion though busy, gave a whinnied sort of thanks, as he became able then to properly breed with the mare, and did so as if his life depended on his sexual functioning.
John watched in interest, as he had never seen horses doing it, let alone be that close. He stood there and stared as the horse cock slid ever deeper, to being sheath deep before the stallion began his thrusting. The wet sloppy sucking sounds of a bloated horse cock thrusting piston style, working at arousing both mare and stallion drew John to bring his face dangerously close to the horses mating; I feared the stallion's strong thrust might knock my partner senseless, or grab his face and force into the mare's deep snatch.
Mrs. Randolph had not returned when the stallion dismounted and stood wagging his member, it coated from his enjoying delight. The stallion came close to John, as my partner began again his petting of the strong neck and mane.
The air had a heady scent of stallion musk and some spicy odor.
John was all smiles of admiration for self; he cast a quick look back at me before he turned toward the big stud stallion.
John and the stallion were eye to eye at the same height, when I heard John muttering say, he rubbing his silver ring, "Damn me, how my life is lonely, I wish I was like you, free and enjoying your God given... abilit...ies...!"
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