I was park under a shaded tree and faceing the wall so i knew ,no body ws able to look at us, so i rolled down her blouse and started to bite and suck...her nipples, she was moaning loudly, and started to to unzip my pants and rolled out my cock. she look at my cock as started to rubbed and strocked, she was using her both hands and ther was still 2 to to 3 inches left over, and she look with shock and rolled her beautifull lips around my swollowen head, and she went deep, i could see her full. Save some for Monday." She pushed on my chest with both hands, and I reluctantly withdrew. We had created a swamp anyhow. She sat up and pulled her shift down. Overripe was the only word I can think of to describe her, eager and overripe.The preacher's plump young wife had been a bonus to my second job as a man free of military constraints. He was a Baptist or a Methodist or some such fractious dissembler, a small man in a dark suit who wore white shirts and a floppy hat and rode the circuit. He was erect, not perfectly hard like Harrison always became but still flexible over his long length. It helped me take more of him. As I took a breather he said “I will tip you if you take it all to my balls.”“When I need your help I will pat your bum.” I said.“very well.” He replied.I relaxed my throat and opened up. I took it deep I and shoved further. I was confident and not panicking. I patted his bottom and his large hands gripped my head and pulled me into his trimmed public hair. He. The girl shrugged and offered a sad smile. "That's okay, you didn't know."There was an awkward pause, as Rachel struggled with what to say. Grasping at straws, she latched on to the only thing that came to mind. "So, which one is your father? It's not every day I get to meet a man who can actually do braids." He's over there in the light blue shirt talking to one of those real pretty brown girls that came with you."Rachel smiled, thinking the twins would get a kick out of that description..