Her bountiful tits pushed forward only a few feet in front of Mr. Jone's fascinated eyes. Her legs were spread and her delicious cunt-crack just calle... out to him for rubbing."Natalie, Mr. Jones said you were snippy to him last week. I think you'd better apologize."Natalie knew what was coming. She flushed with shame, but she was now thoroughly rehabilitated. She knew that if she did not perform flawlessly she would be subject to weeks of the horrible punishment she had been receiving. She. I mean, if I saw it, I think it would. I mean..." I was really losing it.And just then, Fred walked back in. Brenda and I were laughing so hard, and we were so drunk, that we just couldn't help staring openly at his crotch. He actually looked down, to see if he'd spilled something on his lap. This, of course, had the immediate effect of making both of us women double the decibel level, and Fred, feeling self conscious, shook his head sadly and walked back outside. I howled. I held my aching. " He commented as he switched breasts, some more moisture hit his finger making him growl against her tit and this making her moan loudly. He took the bottle and took a swig. He set the bottle down, then took both hands and made his way up under her skirt, taking a hold of both sides of her thong and pulling it off her as she lifted her ass to allow him to do it, she then took her feet out of them and he dropped them to the floor. He then pushed her skirt up some more before putting his head. He asked me if that felt better, and as he pulled the jacket round the front of my arms, he gently grazed my breasts with his fingers, making me bite my lip as I looked at him.At that moment, Emily came outside, and announced that the birthday cake was being cut. We both agreed to go and sing, but as I stood up and walked at his side, I felt Max's hand slowly move from my back, down to my bottom, and then away, gently touching my hand as we walked into the barn. At that moment, I just wanted to.