Her blue eyes stared at me around my dick. Her tongue licked swirls while her fingers slid lower, tracing my taint and pressing into my butt-crack. I ...roaned as she found my sphincter, teasing it while her tongue probed deep into my pussy.“Xandra,” I moaned as her finger thrust into my bowels.My sphincter clenched on them. Hot, burning itch seared through me. I humped against her mouth, the pleasure building. She teased me in so many different ways. I stared past my bouncing breasts at the tip. I race through harvested fields of dry cornstalks for the next farm down. I urgently need to fuck something soft and hairy, wet and tight, yielding and warm. Arriving at the Jorgensen farm I note the rusting Studebaker truck parked beside the barn, looking abandoned and neglected in the waist high weeds. I love that old truck, but Ben Jorgensen was a greedy fuck who wanted way too much goddamned money for it. His widow has stubbornly stuck to old Ben's price, and won't budge despite my pleas. I wondered what to wear while at the same time wondering how he would react- would he be all cool and pretend he didn’t know me or will he be freaked out, afraid his wife had found out about us. I chose to wear a red cotton dress with a generous cleavage and red leather peep toes, the rich color offsetting my snow white skin and making it look creamy and soft. Under that I had black lace panties and black lace push up bra. I put make up and perfume on and let my hair down, flipping it so it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t fall, I did it on purpose.” I didn’t care right now. I had to get her to be quiet.“Please don’t cry, I don’t care, it will all feel better in a minute, just please don’t cry.” My words seemed to have brought comfort to her. Her crying died back into silent tears and sniffles. Minutes passed. My dick shriveled from her aching slit. She was calming down. My pubic area felt covered in warm fluids. She was silent now.“Why did you do it?” I asked her.“Are you mad at me?”“I don’t.