He was so big that she could almost feel him in the pit of her stomach. He thrusted into her, moaning as she gripped his cock ...ike a tight glove. Suddenly he lifted her up off of his dick. Setting her down on the grass he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. She went to lean up, slightly confused of what was happening, but his hand grasped the back of her neck softly as not to choke her, just to keep her in place. He positioned himself behind her as his free hand. I moved my hand to the still weeping cut at my neck and when I did my hand brushed the little bottle in my pocket. My ‘Bennies…?’ I pulled out the little metal bottle. ‘Oh, Dennis, what are you thinking?’ I asked myself when I poured five of them into my palm. I chewed the bitter pills to mush and crawled my way to the abandoned pot and washed them down with the still warm coffee. ‘Damn! That’s five kinds of shite!’ I muttered every obscenity I could remember, in three languages, as I tried to. It commanded her left hand to frig it and the innocent young girl could not disobey. Nor did she ever entertain such a thought, either. Automatically, her magic fingers began their nimble dancing. Her grunts turned to whimpering as she melted in ecstasy. Three fingers swirled around her clit in a delicious massage. The tender flesh surrounding it was manipulated this way and that. A picture of the hired hand Neil flashed through her head. Without realising she was doing it, her hips began. His wife, Sandy, had transformed to the perfect woman that he wanted for so long. Her inhibition was all but gone and now she no longer wore bras while in the house, as they tended to get into the way of having spontaneous sex. Not that her tits needed any support since her body had now regressed back the condition when she was 19. Every part of her body was at peak condition.What Sandy wore did not leave much to imagination. Thin crop top or t-shirt combined with tiny running shorts or skirt.