Tamara smiled slyly around her husband’s salty cock head as she remembered how long the winter nights were up here beside the Arctic Circle. **“...mm, you’re back!” he grinned, “I was beginning to wonder.”“Oh god yes” she replied hoarsely. She felt her body ache as she stumbled off the prone man collapsing parallel to him. She rested her head on his thigh and stared at his rampart cock; “So how are you doing?”“Err… wonder-” he cut off the sarcastic remark he was going to make knowing that it. So engrossed in her attempts, she didn’t notice when one of the milking men who had worked on the farm for years came into the barn and stumbled upon her. He walked up behind her without her ever knowledge and got a closer look at what she was up to, he found her trying to learn his trade, and after watching her fail for sometime, he startled her by saying that “he’d show her how its done”.He did, but after showing her a few times she still couldn’t do it so he boldy suggested to the young. I moved my hands from her hips to reach for her tits, that made the experience complete! It's a good thing I masturbated last night, or I wouldn't be able to hold off on cumming. I varied my moves and Betsy met my thrusts, sometimes moaning on Roger's cock. He had his eyes closed and head tilted back. Betsy started to groan repeatedly and I pumped harder, then she started to shriek and convulse, her pussy squeezing my cock as she orgasmed.Betsy came off Roger's cock and slid off mine too. . I tried counting sheep, all the usual. Finally, desperate, I kicked off my covers and decided to masturbate; that always seemed to make me sleepy. So I got out my phone and looked at pictures of my sister's friends at school, real sexy. I was soon hard and jerking my cock and then. Nothing. I must have just nodded off to sleep like that. It was a heavy sleep, a deep sleep with strange dreams but, thank god, I slept through till morning. I woke up to a strange sound. Sort of like someone licking.