I spread my legs a little wider and lifted my legs slightly giving access him to my tight little asshole. “Lick my ass baby,” I moaned. His tong...e stopped moving for a moment, presumably he was thinking over the idea. I moved down and ran his tongue over my hole. The wet sensation felt incredible. I moaned louder, encouraging him. He flicked his tongue at my asshole with more confidence. With swirls and flicks at my backdoor he brought my arousal to new level. I reached down and held the back. It was no longer a whim with the tractor maybe I could do it. Gladice asked, ‘How did you know about the tractor did they sleep learn that?’ I said, ‘Nope I learned from dad.’ ‘Next year I plan on using Miller’s field for corn.’ Fran said, ‘Even all of us can’t use all that.’ ‘ The corn can be made into fuel for the tractor and the furnace in that house.’ ‘You can do that,’ and I said, ‘I think so.’ Freda said, ‘What a home we have, Master is the greatest.’ I said, ‘It takes us all doing the. Ronnie was more flippant, kicking up little spoons of sand behind her. Whereas Martha had a toned, firm, ballerina's body, Ronnie was sinuous, her limbs longer and softer. She had a slim, compact torso and delicate shoulders. She was the same five and a half feet as Martha, but Ronnie looked taller with long, slender limbs and hands, a sparse but firm tush, her long legs less muscular but smooth and gently tapering into lean calves and ankles. As they walked and talked, Martha hugged her. Her mother had never really liked me but had begun to come around, and actually began to accept me as her daughters boyfriend. Although she had been a bitch at first I always caught myself looking at her. She was about 44 at the time and wasn't really my type of woman, but the more we spent time together within the house, i felt myself fantasizing about her. She was a mature BBW Mexican woman with medium long dark cherry brown hair, medium dark skin, pretty face, and wore glasses from time to.