I have no birth-control devices at all, and Ken promised he won't have any, either. Does that bother you?" My darling daughter, nothing could thrill m... more! It sounds like I may be a grandmother pretty soon, though." She smiled warmly and added, "Honey, I think you're going to prove to be very fertile. That doesn't bother you, does it?" Isn't that what it's all about, Mom? Raising a family?" Then her face fell and she said, "Mother, I'm scared about tonight! I think it would be better if I. . I just wanted a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.”My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Greta was improvising, using herself as a distraction. I heard the sounds of their mouths working together, the rustling of clothing. Greta let out such a wanton, soft sigh as hay rustled.“Yeesh,” groaned the stable boy. “Yeesh, that’s nice.”“You like my pussy, huh?” Greta moaned. “Ooh, I bet you do. With such a big cock. Mmm, just pump that big dick away in me.”The hay rustled. I was still feeling extremely turned on and the adrenalin started rushing again at his suggestion. What if another car came? What if there was someone looking out of the house in the distance? I looked down the road; it was a single track with bushes close by either side. If a car did appear, then it would have to squeeze passed me. I took a deep breath and determinedly walked away from the car, and my dress. Dressed only in black court shoes I walked quite some distance down the road, crossed. SO, I asked my father to drop me at the railway station. He had only a two-wheeler and hence we went to the railway station on it. By the time we reached the station, my clothes were completely wet. Water was dripping down through my hair to head to face to my cleavage and then through the passage.I rushed with luggage to the train as it was already getting late. Even though my dad was also running along with me, I could see people staring at my boobs. I have a heavy 36 size boobs and they were.