When I was 18 my parents went out and didn't come back. They had been killed in a car crash. They were buried, I was alone. Although they were not ove...ly wealthy, they had left me enough money to ensure that work was not necessary. The large isolated house was mine. I had no other relations and certainly no friends. I lived alone, only venturing out to get the food and necessities to live. I went out Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, going to the shops and getting the basics to live on. Any. .eyes beginning to water. I swear I had counted to 50 before he finished, my ass throbbed. He said dont you cry now unless you want some more. I said no sir, thank you sir I will be good I promise! I was extremely wet at this point, I had hoped that he would not be angry at me for it. Next thing I knew he was playing with my overly wet pussy, I thought uh oh. He laughed nd said you dirty little slut, you enjoyed that! As he was playing with my pussy he said dirty girls clean themselves nd he. In the thirties there were few motels or other lodging in the places he traveled so hospitality from his customers was needed. Sometimes he slept in their barn and other times in the house or cabin. In many of those places, being an attractive man, especially one owning a Model A, aroused the interest of often lonely women. The traditional “farmer’s daughters” stories arose from these kinds of situations but it was as often the farm wife who sought variety as a daughter. Gifts of seed samples. For all the sex talk those two had been having, they had never talked about them masturbating. They both did it, but very much, up to now, in private. They were both watching and listening to the other. As each was finding their satisfaction, the other went up a level. Kelly won the race. No surprise. She had a nice, fulfilling orgasm. And it made her want more. She was getting off on being watched as much as she was from rubbing her clit. She stood up, kicked off her jeans, yanked her top and.