You've got lots of land you could plant, but that takes a lot of work to maintain." What would you do if the land was yours?" I'd plant the whole thin.... Put in some alfalfa on most of it. I'd still plant the acre of corn and potato's, maybe twice that. Then hire a couple of boys to help at harvest time. That's one of the few things they're good for (except my brother)."Lilly was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she asked: "Would all that work pay off?" Oh yes. The worst you'd do is break. Carefully she cleaned herself. The marker did not smug. She smiled before wrapping the towel around her again. Mark fixed her drink. Cindy sat on the couch enjoying the rum. ?I do believe each of you have earned whatever you want?for whatever you have left.? She smiled at the two men. ?I have to send a text to my husband telling him where to pick me up.? Mark handed her the cell phone. Cindy text-ed the address Mark quoted to her?.send. She stood up, walked to the bed, and. The suckling of her bullet-like nipples intensified and they felt as though they were going to explode.As her hips ground her seething sex, Ruth felt a pressure pushing against her excited inner lips. The pressure intensified and Ruth could feel her vaginal opening being stretched as the thickness began to nudge inward. She gasped as the recliner's phallic slipped past her eager inner lips and into her receptive passage. The flexing head slithered inward about an inch and Ruth wailed as her. I wondered if they were related as they looked very alike as well, don't you think?" we grew silent after this and only road noises disturbed the peace in the vehicle. I couldn't help myself from watching Mom drive and often seemed to be staring at her covered crotch and finally it became too much for her and she burst out, "Why do you keep staring at me? Is there something wrong? Are my slacks ripped or dirty or something?" she really did sound concerned."No, there's nothing wrong. Just the.