We is sheep farmers, least Paw is, I'm just a kid of 16 an Mom, she aint a sheep farmer, she does cookin an shit like that. I got a new puter so I kin...make words on the screen thing. Its great, it tells me ifn a words speld wrong. Wish I had this thing years ago woulda saved those three long years of schoolin which tort me jack-shit. This spellin thing is truly amazing like if I write " I seen Mary Janes carnt last week" it tells me "I saw Mary Jane's cunt last week" So I yell "Hey Paw, this. The field had dirt on it from lack of use. It was interesting that most of the planes looked a little damaged but the tops of wings and fuselages looked clean. Bennie had noticed also. He said, "I believe the snow cleans them every year. Also, some of the weight from that snow may have harmed them over time." We continued to hunt around and found, quite easily, the tanks. After testing, we found one that would give us good fuel. We could get the plane closer but not close enough. Bennie found a. My breath came in ragged attempts as I moaned out loudly, biting into my lip desperately to muffle any noise. The pleasure coursed through my body like a river. It all happened so fast. Without warning Mann’s body began to move faster, a near blur before my own eyes. Clenching my eyes shut I took his consistent pounding, only allowed to relax once he pressed all the way inside me. A quiet string of curse words flew from Mann’s lips as he came deep inside my fertile vaginal walls. “Sorry.” The. Get in here now." Her voice was coming from the dining room. As I rounded the doorway, there was Mom, totally naked, sitting in the middle of the dining room table, her legs bent at the knees and spread wide apart. She was leaning back, supported by her arms, with Don's head plastered to her pussy! Don was naked, too. He was sitting on the front three or four inches of his chair, leaning into Mom's pussy as though he were eating a meal, which I suppose he was, his tongue busily licking her.