I looked at Lynne, who stared at me. I shrugged and then spoke. "Well ... all things considered ... I think that went pretty well."Lynne just rolled h...r eyes at me.The harvest went very well, though there were some odd parts to it. When all those high school boys showed up to pick apples, Jill wore work shirts. I could see the impression of the bra straps through the back of it. She also wore jeans every day, instead of shorts. The boys looked anyway, of course, and flirted with her. "I am SO ready for today. Do you think I'll surprise anybody?" Beth, you're gonna have the whole school in an uproar, guaranteed. As a matter of fact, you should bring your Nikon so I can get some shots of the kids' expressions!" So you can take some more pictures of me, you mean, right? I don't think so!" Well, it was worth a shot, if you'll excuse the pun. By the way, what did you tell your folks about the two of us this weekend? I thought at first your dad was going to pull out a. He shot ropes after rope of cum that hit the roof of my mouth. Feeling his hot cum splattering in my mouth I too came and clamped my mouth on his cock as well my pussy on his mouth. I felt his moan vibrate through my pussy and I too came. Grunts and moans filled the room. He couldn't take all my cum and it covered his face as I rocked. I swallowed his juices.I wanted him deep inside my. In my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass. Running my fingers north on him, I found a nipple and ran my palm over. FUNGAL PASSIONHer mushroom hairAnd her oval face,Coupled with the slendernessOf her rigid body,Transforms herInto a phallic woman,The streamers in her hairHer ejaculate.No wonder she spreadsHer outstretched handsTo warn of her androgyny;Her hands are everywhereAmong the cast-off pearlsOf her precious masculinity.HE-SHEHe is too lovely to be a boy;With eyes like thatAnd such kissable lipsAnd hair that just won't quit,He should be a girl,And, behind closed doors,More often than not,A cock up his.