We didn't look like my memories of the English countryside, but we were just as productive!Then the vandalism started. Windmills and tanks were damage.... We assumed that this was more harassment from the KKK, but there was no way to prove it; not much could be gained by proving it, anyway. We just had to mount guards and make sure that strangers were kept away. This was expensive, but we considered it just another cost of doing business. Guards were sometimes shot at and they shot back whenever. As gentle as a feather he took the back of his hand and caressed her cheek. Causing a wonderful shiver to go through here body. Taking her shiver as a sign of lack of warmth, he pulled her to him, once more covering her lips with his. This time the kiss didn’t last as long, but it was just as shuttering. Reaching and picking up her glass with the remaining wine in it, he dipped his finger into the liquid then rubbing it gently onto her lips. Methodically she licked the sweet liquid away with. Gerry on the other boob and Carl started rubbing my pussy. They both were stroking their cocks while rubbing me with the other hand. Hubby too. I just laid back and enjoyed the touching of all of the hands that were on my body. I was so turned on I reached out and grabbed hubby’s and Gerry’s cocks and replaced their hands with mine and began stroking each of them. Carl was still rubbing my pussy and also had spread my legs so he had better access. Then he started to lick my pussy which really. Many times when he was younger, I remember hearing the call for a drink of water just as I was getting my cock ready for insertion into his mother’s pussy. Jackie would go to attend to his needs and I would be there with a shrinking boner that was not always satisfied when she returned. As he got older, the calls for drinks ended, but his visits replaced them. I also remember the nights when we were in the middle of something as he would come running into the room, looking for comfort and.