We were a little late getting started because we had to whip up another windlass for the farm wagon. It was late morning before we got away, even thou...h we had been able to find some parts that we could salvage for the second windlass. We headed back for the Hanson farm because there were still some hogs in that last field and another field that we had not even touched yet.With four dogs, though, things went fast enough, and it was just past noon when we pulled into the yard to hang the hogs. Now, I’m still in bed with you and my dick is getting hard again, so very hard and big. I hear your gentle breathing as you sleep. My fingers slowly enter your pussy, so slowly, an inch at a time, and I feel all my warm semen still filling your vagina. This makes my dick even harder. I think of your mother who is off visiting relatives. She has no idea that I lust for my little daughter so much. She has no idea that I'm in your bed, having sex with you -- that I must have sex with my Princess. The darkness and restriction of the hood only adds to my excitement and I can feel my cock jumping and growing underneath me! ‘You’ve been a naughty boy!’ I hear you exclaim, and I feel the sting of your cat-o-nine tails across my ass! I stifle a groan and you tell me that I must be punished for being late. ‘It was just 15 minutes, Mistress.’ ‘Late is Late!’. I feel your whip across my ass again, ‘No back talk!’, ‘Get on your hands and knees for your punishment!’ ‘Yes Mistress!’ You squat near. Walking around, I opened the sliding side-door and crawled into the seat, turning on my back, and spread my legs. Gabriel just stood there, looking at my longing pussy. I was desperate now. “Please, I want you to fuck me.” Gabriel didn't react at first. He just climbed inside and sat next to me, so close to my aching pussy. He paused before speaking. “Are you sure you want this, Dawn?” I wanted him with a passion I haven't felt in years. “Yes, please fuck me.” He paused again, but only for a.