She found the factor, Amos McMillan, in his office with his huge ledger open on his lap. He looked up, briefly smiled and closed his book. "Glad you c...me in. I got to stop running you an account, be cash on the barrelhead from now on. Sorry, miss." How come?" She was pretty sure what the answer would be."Some of them big planters, they said they'd take their business to Chestertown if I kept selling to you. That'd break me, ruin me." If I bring in a crop, will you buy my tobacco, staked but. Fill my cunt!" I unloaded in her wet bare cunt as she squeezed and milked me with her pussy. We both just lay there after it not saying a word and went to sleep.Over the space of the next few days we never discussed it, or even had any sexual contact, but the usual Saturday night came round and off to the local pub we went at the top of the hill. The regulars were all in, including Rob and his mrs and we got round to getting drunk and having a good time. I mentioned to her about our fantasy. It was so electric, I could feel a tent like thing rubbing against my left thigh and going up…It was his cock, hard and throbbing. As we were kissing, I could feel his right palm caressing my waist and then going up, till it settled on my breast. The way he pressed it with his young small palm.The way he handled it with eagerness made me sure that he was inexperienced and he wanted to see it and play with it, My pink nipples were poking hard with excitement…I broke the kiss and saw that his. Never. Cleo continued to suck her clit until Nat’s gasps and pants turned to moans. As the moans turned to screams, Cleo stopped working her fingers in and out of Natasha’s pussy and concentrated full effort on sucking and tonguing her clit until the rockets went off in Natasha’s brain and she was exploding and squeezing Cleo’s head with her thighs. Fortunately, Natasha went limp before she was able to pop Cleo’s brains out of her skull. Then, Cleo began to slowly kiss her way back up.