He picked me up taking me over to the wooden bench, lying me down on it. He put his hands up my dress pulling down my red thong. Before kissing up my ...egs to my wet pussy, his fingers separating me before he inserted his toung. His hands going round my hips keeping me locked in place. I moaned loudly sure, Becky could hear us and anyone who when into the dam garage. But I didn’t care. I forgot how good his tongue could feel and he had defiantly got better. My hands gripping the wood to keep. “No harm in it I suppose.”She sat back in the chair, letting the farmer rub his big strong hands over her belly. He was studying it, appreciating it. His hands were extremely gentle for their size, and moved slowly to her boobs. She wanted to stop him but it felt too good, and she allowed him to rub them through her clothing. “Let me see,” he asked, transfixed. “Please let me see you. I admit I saw a bit through the bushes. I didn’t mean to. But I heard some rustling and I investigated. I saw a. Either way they would be alright. She turned to see the children jumping to the ground. She smiled, her heart going out to them. Two little girls, and a boy. She knew one of the girls was Amanda, and the other was Emily. Twins, actually, with fire red hair and big blue eyes. There brother Colin was almost thirteen. At first Amelia thought not to take him, but when the girls letters came the both begged her to take him as well. Apparently they were very close. She swallowed hard as the three. My mother loved cock. She loved fucking, to be fucked. If she weren’t my mother, I’d think she was a whore. Mom, you are wet but tight ohhh mom, I love you, I love your pussy my cock is in my mom’s choot all the wayI moaned as the swollen crown of my cock dived into her gaping pussy. I’m fucking you Rupali, I told her. Her lovely breasts heaved up and down. Mom’s cunt was gripping my cock hard and squeezed it oooooo, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me son, fuck me you mother fucker! She was.