When Britt told me about her conversation with Mrs. P. I was quite excited. If we could pick up some decent machinery I was all for it. I'd known the Podolski's all my life, I knew Bert took good care of his machinery and tractors. They had a pipeline that had been put in just three years ago, maybe I could buy it and have it installed in our barn. Bert was milking 60 cows, but the pipeline could be adapted to fit our 40 stall barn. By golly, things were looking up.
At the Podolski's, Bert and I went through the machine sheds, the barn and milk house. I liked what he had, we were able to reach an agreement. I would take the pipeline and milking equipment, including a new vacuum pump and the new 800 gallon bulk tank. I wanted the Farmall 1086, the Farmall 560 with a bucket and the John Deere A. I took all of the machinery except the grain drill and chisel plow, I already had those. The haybine was only a year old and the flail chopper was two years old. The manure spreader was a little older, but was in good shape. It was dusk when I looked at the baler, hay racks, and combine, all kept inside, all in excellent shape. By nights end Britt and I had committed to $165,000 worth of equipment and machinery. It was worth more than that.
I ask Bert where they banked, luckily for us it was where we were now banking. I told Bert I'd have the money transferred from my account into their account within the week, I would need to contact the bank. They in turn would contact him when the transfer was made. Part of the reason we were able to get a lower price was because I told Bert he could continue using whatever he needed to until he sold the cows. Bert thanked us profusely, figuring he never would have gotten decent prices if he'd auctioned it off. It was a win-win situation, Britt and I would only have to drive a mile down the road to bring the machinery home.
Things were progressing as planned until tragedy struck, Ole had a mild stroke in the barn. He'd lost some of his speech and the left side was hardly working. His prognosis was positive, he was expected to recover nearly 100%, but it would take at least a year and extensive therapy. For all intents and purposes, Ole was done farming.
His hired hand could handle the milking and chores for the time being, but once field work began they would need more help. Ole, Bjorge, Britt and I sat around the table one evening discussing the situation. Ole had one of the finest registered herds of Brown Swiss in the region. He was sure he'd get butchered if they went to auction. Britt & I looked at each other, a big smile breaking out on our faces.
Britt spoke, "Daddy, why don't you let us buy the herd. The 40 best cows, ten of the better dry cows, and whatever young stock you have. They'll stay in the valley, it will give us the herd we want without having to build it up over the years, and you can know they will be in the same hands that have milked them all their life. What do you think Daddy ... mama?"
Ole's speech was slurred, but we could tell what he was saying. He was concerned we might not be able to afford a registered herd right away. He liked the idea of his registered herd staying in the family, but said he'd feel guilty putting his kids in debt.
I ask, "Ole, what are the cattle worth if you could get top dollar?"
"If I could sell them one at a time I could get 1500 to 2000 each, but no one will ever agree to that. I'll probably end up getting 50 to 60 thousand if I'm lucky."
"Let me talk with Britt just a minute. Britt come with me into the living room".
Knowing we had the same idea I spoke up,
"What if we offer your dad 70,000 for the entire herd, we'll keep what we want and sell the rest. They'll know they have a solid offer." Britt agreed. "Okay you tell him honey, he needs to hear it from his daughter."
"Daddy, we'd like to buy the entire herd for $70,000. We'll pay you half this week and half when they're delivered. The only catch is we won't be ready for them until June first. Can you continue milking them until then?"
Bjorge broke down crying, which in turn made Ole cry, which caused Britt to cry, which caused me to chuckle and grab another beer.
Bjorge and Ole sat looking at one another, having been together 50 years and knowing what each would say, Bjorge spoke knowing it was difficult for Ole. Putting her hands over Britt's, she looked her in the eye.
"Honey, can you really afford this, or are you kids getting in over your heads?"
I took the lead. "Mom we can afford it without the blink of an eye. I'm going to tell you something that cannot leave your lips, ever. I do work for companies all over the world, I just finished three huge projects. The smallest of those brought in over $100,000, yes, we can afford to buy the herd. Can you continue to milk them until June first, that's our only concern. If paying your hired hand is an issue, we'll cover that as well."
"Mama, we're going to milk, what a wonderful legacy to pass onto your grandkids. They'll grow up milking the offspring of their grandparents registered herd. Will you at least consider it?"
Ole and Bjorge looked at each other, both nodded together, "Yes, we'll sell you the herd for $70,000." Bjorge said.
On the way home we marveled at how all of it had come together. Though we'd both had a similar dream of one day milking our own herd, neither of us pursued it, we let it come to us. We may have over paid on the herd, but it was for Britt's parents, we really didn't mind. Not to mention we were getting the number one Brown Swiss Registered herd around. There was over 50 years of breeding in that stock.
That night as Britt lay on her side, I was slowly stroking her pussy from behind, she sighed a sigh of relief, as if a milestone had passed.
"Careful how deep you go babe, my cervix is shallow tonight. You won't hurt the baby in any way, but it gets uncomfortable for me. After the baby is born and I'm healed, you can bang my box as hard as you want."
Britt's tiny frame meant she was carrying the baby all in front, love making could sometimes be difficult, but we still gave it the old college try. Spending more time doing oral than anything. Britt would sit on the stool, I would put my hands on either side of her head and slowly, gently face fuck her. Britt told me she loved when I did that. She said it felt erotic to her.
I in turn would bury my face between her legs, licking her until she bucked and gushed. Britt's orgasms weren't quite as wild as they had been. A baby in her belly was calming Britt in many ways.
At one of Britt's natal care appointments she had ask Dr. Louise, her doctor since childhood, if she thought having the baby vaginally would an issue considering the anal injuries and surgery of 5 years ago.
After carefully examining Britt she stood, patted her twice right on the top of her mound and told her to put her panties back on. Britt was taken back by the gesture.
"Dr. Louise, you've never done that before, does it mean something?"
