He repeated the stroke a few seconds later, and again, and yet again.As he observed the slight twitching of her hips Robbie smiled to himself and cont...nued his stroking, being sure to probe just at the top of her split, noting the beginnings of throbbing in the bud of her clit. Gradually, Trey's hips now began a more pronounced response, raising her pelvis a fraction to follow the tip of his finger. He carefully pulled his finger slightly away, so he was barely grazing the crease. His grin. Also”ok you fucking dick you getter be fight hard or no pussy for you later”. Of course I would respond in kind, “ well saggy tits you better put up a good show as I plan to maul that hairy pussy of yours”. Also, “I know you can’t wait to have my big cock slide into you pussy and for me to fill you full of my hot creamy spunk”. I did come off worst on more than one occasion and would be left nursing a pair of sore balls or my cock having been twisted and roughly handled, not that I really. ’ ‘OK, love, let me know if I can help,’ she replied as she turned away. Why not go to her now? He knew she was there, knew she was waiting for him. He had sensed her presence many times, knew she’d been there to try to help him, try to comfort him, but he needed more, needed to be able to hold her, touch her, make love with her once again, just one more time, there should always be just one more time. The words of an old song came to him as he relaxed after eating, Home from the Forest sung. One deep gash on my left tit was bleeding especially bad. Aside from the light from the car it was pitch black. I considered waiting for the farmer. He (or she) would be able to see the light on the car and they would be here in several minutes. I wondered why they weren't driving out here, then realized they were probably Amish. Well that would be a good thing, they wouldn't have a phone ... unless one of the kids was doing his "going English" thing they did before entering adulthood and.