Tom wrapped his arms around her drawing her to him. Taylor savored the smell of his cologne, tipping her head back for his kiss. His hands moved to he... ass pressing her into his hips.Taylor pulled his shirt out of his pants, running her hands up his broad back. She could feel his muscles tighten. Needing to get closer, she lowered her hands to his perfectly formed ass pressing his hips into hers even more. Tom broke the kiss to nip her neck. Taylor gasped. Her body felt like a downed electrical. Came the voice of a man who was sitting on the front of the now ruined manure spreader. The man was in his 50s with black pants and suspenders, a blue shirt and a straw hat. He had a long salt and pepper beard, but with no mustache it was a distinctly odd look, that she recognized as belonging to the Amish. He got down off of the cart like contraption and began to try and soothe the attached horse. Shtey, Shtey he whispered in the horses ear as it tried to pull the ruined spreader which was. Seeger. I ... I'm not really sure how it works, it just--"Seeger waved a hand. "Yes, yes, no need for diagrams." He frowned. "Miss Sovert, I must do something about this."Heather gave him a stricken look. "If you do that, it might make things worse." She smiled slightly. "And ... she's a good Mistress to me. She at least lets me keep my mind." Unlike Marcie."Heather paused and nodded."God almighty," Seeger murmured. "I had always suspected as much, but--" Nothing can be done for her, Mr.. But of course his dick was nowhere near as large as his younger brother's which instilled a bit of jealousy in his mind.He couldn’t get the picture of Austins big cock stretching his sister’s pussy out of his mind, her moans and cries and her legs flailing the air as he ripped her pussy deeply. But it was the way his sister’s hips hunched her pussy so wildly up into Austins’ huge dick that excited him the most. God he thought, she was gone, completely overwhelmed by the feelings his big dick.