Clara watched Dukey undress. Living on a farm she had seen everything. Reproduction organs meant new life, that was all. Dukey's manhood springing to attention only meant one thing to her. He wanted to mate. She looked him up and down. She smirked a little, “Dukey, you don't need to blush. I think you are beautiful, and I know you want to mate with me. It is perfectly natural.”<br/><br/>She pulled the blanket away from Dukey, and stared. She felt a warm sensation she had never felt before. She touched Dukey's well formed body, his muscles were so tight. She dropped his clothes on the barn floor as her hands traveled across his body. “You sure do look different Dukey,” she said quietly.<br/><br/>Clara handed him the blanket. “I will be right back, I, should throw these clothes in the washer.” Clara grabbed his clothes and ran as fast as she could to the house, past her Daddy and Sukey.”