I unbuttoned my pants and slipped my middle finger down my dripping slit and collected some of the juice and bring it to my nose. It smelled sweet, ye... a slight musty smell. So I decided I needed to taste it. I loved the way I tasted. So down I went to get more. Buster must have smelled my arousal because as soon as I went for more, he perked up a bit. By this time, my pussy ached. I never felt a feeling so intense to have something penetrate me before in my life. So I decided to remove my. Farmer Wilson ran it with the help of his daughter, Becky. Mrs. Wilson caught a bad case of pneumonia one winter, shortly after the birth of Becky, and she passed away. This left Farmer Wilson the job of running a farm, and raising his baby girl all by himself. Thing's weren't all that bad though, somehow it made them closer to one another. Once in a while Becky would catch him crying, thinking about her mom. She would walk over to him, and sit down beside him on a hay bale. Putting her am. The top accentuated my 36 large C tits perfectly. I wore my over the knee 3” black boots that I like to call my come fuck me boots! When it came time I went to the garage and positioned myself in my business van with the van door open so when my male callers drove up to park they would see me. I unbuttoned my top to expose my ample tits and took off my bra. I then took off my panties and sat with one leg resting on the seat of the van to expose my wanting and ready pussy. The cool air and. I retrieved the Polaroid's and approached Karen, still on her hands and knees and locked to Boris."Well you really enjoyed yourself there, didn't you?" Uncle Dave!" She looked up startled. "Get him off me, please uncle" Karen begged."I don't think I can. There will be a lot of pain for both of you if I just pull him out. You have to just wait until it slips out by itself. The more you relax the quicker that will happen, I would imagine." I am so ashamed, please, don't look Uncle Dave." That's.