”A good ole boy walks up to a good ole girl and says “Howdy. How’d you like to come up to my place and have a little fun?”“Well, I’ve hear... about you good ole boys. Where exactly are you from?”“I’m from Kentucky, way up in the hills.”“Oh, I’ve heard about you guys from Kentucky,” she said, “you guys will screw pigs and goats and cows and chickens...”He interrupts in a very indignant tone, “CHICKENS?!”Save A Tree!!!(Eat a beaver!)A big-rig operator stopped to pick up a female hitchhiker wearing. I felt them wrap a strap around my balls and pull it tight. A mouth started down my cock which was hard as a rock really not sure if I had ever been harder. I felt the bed move and then thighs on each side of my head. I knew what was going to happen next as one wet pussy was pushed onto my face. I shoved my tongue as far in as I could. Who ever was sucking my cock bite lightly down I could not tell who it was. The pussy on my face tasted like Kelly but I was not still sure. As I ran my tongue. I told her to move her arm. Knowing what was coming she did, and I hit her breast again and again, paying careful attention to the nipple also. It was amazing, the look on her face, the way she held her arm away so I could hit her, and I interspersed these with blows to her cunt. The cries were luscious.It was time for a short rest. I wanted to hear how she was doing and it was interesting how she responded, even though it had hurt and at the time she was clearly distressed, she said she was. . yet.I was soon seeing Sal, and hence her family, on a regular basis and started picking up vibes, for want of a better word, that my lust for Mary might just be reciprocated. But, being young and a bit naïve, was too unsure of myself to actually do anything about it. Not that I had the opportunity, the house was normally full of family and Sal was always there. Still, it was obvious to me that every time Mary came into the room the sexual tension between us rose, though we were always polite.