A slight string of drool escaped Sue's lips as she bent over his erect cock glistening in the light. Slowly she reached out, scarcely daring to touch ...t. This bulging, hard stick that pointed straight up fascinated her. As she stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.Her eyes dropped down to take in that funny lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the bed. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had. His hands pulled back the sheet.Amanda kneeled between Jack's thighs. Her head buried near Jack's crotch, her spine curved up, allowing her ass to rise in the near distance, shaped like twin mountains.Amanda's tongue glided upon the underside of Jack's hardened cock. Slow, sensual licks, starting just above his ball sack. Jack's cock twitched with her wet touch, licking him over and over.Amanda would occasionally change it up, switching to soft kisses upon his long, thick shaft. Planting each. I sat at the bar with my beer and one of them shouted are you on your own mate, i said yes and they said come and join us. I thought what the hell and joined them. We just chatted generally for about an hour or so when i asked the fatal question about their partners, and they smiled and told me they were in a relationship which shocked me at first but i am broadminded enough to let ppl do what they want. I was curious about a few things though and asked various questions with the more the drink. “We’ve been pushin’ it pretty hard lately. Jesse’s new barn, rounding up the cull stock, driving them in to the rail spur in Waco, an’ all. Not to mention the new house on the Malone homestead. I hope this one lasts. Sure was bad luck with the fire and all...” ... July 1880 was hot and dry in and around Waco. Farmers and ranchers alike were at wit’s end. The Brazos was running low from the lack of rain. The relentless sun cast its rays over the parched landscape day after day. About the only.