She isn’t any beauty queen but she has a great personality and a sense of understanding.For a farmer’s daughter I was actually pleased that Alicia...grew, harvested, and sold her own crop. I wasn’t all that pleased as to the type of crop that she chose to grow and sell, but I remember smoking corn silk in a corncob pipe out behind the barn when I was a young k**.The next couple of days went by pretty smoothly but I couldn’t get her bare ass out of my mind. Alicia harvested some of her plants and. You’ve got to fuck like a machine tonight, darling.”And that’s how she left me, the teasing bitch.I nearly shit when my mother touched my shoulder, saying, “Are you all right?”“Uh ... Yeah, Mum, I ... er ... I’ve just got a bit of a headache, that’s all.”My mother looked at me, concern in her expression. “If you like,” she began, “I’ll go and stay with my mother tonight. If you’re not well …?”Holy shit! No, that would fuck it up completely!“It isn’t that bad, Mum,” I said hurriedly. “I’ll take. She had, strangely, never been out of Scotland before she came to work for us and from conversation over the months I had gathered that her upbringing was not only relatively sheltered but also, in many ways, remarkably deprived.Falling catches and increasingly strict European quotas had put the local fishing industry into terminal decline, and for boat owners like Fran's father the times were desperately hard, but these troubles scarcely registered with the young Fran as she grew up in her. The sensation that someone could see us was almost too much excitement to take. Sure enough, it didn’t take but about five minutes until I felt my balls getting tight with my cum. I tried to get the words out, but it was too late, it was all over her face, all over that pretty grey top, some in her mouth and some in her hair. Ooops! She cleaned my cock up with her tongue and put it back in my pants. She got up and I said ‘Sorry, baby, I couldn’t get my warning out, its uh, its all over you!’ .