I help out with a few jobs around the farm, and the day passes quickly. But my mind always comes back to the vision of Libby, and then I get caught...up in the guilt that she is so young, and she is my friend’s daughter. I am torn, but find my lust for this young woman unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I lie in bed that night stroking my cock with the vision of Libby at the forefront of my mind, and when I cum, dream of my cock being buried in Libby’s warmth. I drift off. He was around 20 with medium length hair tucked under a flat brim baseball cap, no shirt on although he had one stuffed half way into a back pocket, and was wearing skater shorts. He was very lean with an easily visible 6 pack. He was skating all through the skate park, doing some interesting stunts. Erin was moaning quietly while I played with her but her eyes never left this guy. I asked her if she liked what she saw and she merely smiled so I knew she did, so rather than finishing her off. "Rob, they're not here to help Mike and Ann. You take the one on the left. I'll take the one on the right." We stepped out and shot each one from about fifty feet in the back. It was not really sporting but they planned to shoot our folks from ambush. It's a tough life. We moved up slowly.As we did, the shots slowed. Neither Mike nor Ann had that much ammunition and would be running low. We looked out from the dead guys former ambush point and saw Mike and Ann moving slowly toward us. Their. The flowing water had drawn the petite, but thick crop into a single short tendril. Her forearms were clenched firmly against her chest, strategically covering both her nipples and causing her naturally large tits to swell as she squeezed them into her ribs. Their suppleness was unmistakable and incredible. It wasn't simply by chance that this was the view Paul got. Marcy wanted to tease him with her girls. She maintained an unbroken gaze with him, her lips pouting as if she was offended that.