My wanton imagination brought my eyes to Mother Amish. If she wore that bonnet with a cute, sheer teddy, she would hot! Once again, I was jerked back ...o reality when my girlfriend poked me severely."Are you ok? You look like you're having a stroke," she enquired compassionately. I blushed and placed my hand on her bottom, only to hear the Amish followers, especially Mom, gasp with righteous indignation... jealousy is such a bad trait, not righteous at all. But they all weren't appalled. I heard. It was a start.This went on for a while. Eventually they would untie their tops all the time. It was awesome. I would come out and bring drinks and towels and offer to rub tan lotion on them, which I loved! Touching all those beautiful bodies, incredible. I got to see a lot of nipples and occasionally cop a feel. I even slid that lotion down over some of those beautiful asses whenever I got my chance. This might get me a slap on the hand, but if they turned to say or do anything else then I’d. She feels a hand wrap around hers, friendly and undemanding, and has a moment to glance up at the young man’s smiling face before the ebb and flow of the crowd pushes them together. She recognizes him vaguely as one of the guys from the party, she’d noted him on the bus for the fact he was taller than the others, but that difference is far more apparent now. She hates to dance in heels but she can’t recall having felt as small as this before, her face level with his chest, unable to look at his. It was so tight and firm that it just stayed in place, more or less. I slammed my cock into her pussy harder and harder, seeing if I could get it to shake, but I was not very successful. All those times I had seen her in the gym had paid off for her, and I was reaping the benefits as her body was tight around my cock. After a while, she told me to keep slamming faster. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! FASTER!!!! OH MY GOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD, I AM GOING TO CUM!” she screamed. I pumped my cock into her.