I savored every part of the moment while I planned the rest of my visit at their small farm. No, I won’t tell you in advance what I was planning.Fin...lly he grunted as his cock delivered its load deeply inside me. I wiggled my ass to increase the stimulation in the final moments, but he was quickly losing his erection after cumming and I had to settle with faking a climax.Why did I fake the climax? Simple really, every man like to think themselves as literal gods of sex and if anything happen. The slim bitch, standing in a tank top and shorts.I took off my backpack and placed it on the couch. She smiled and jumped on me. I took off my backpack in hurry then took her lip between mine and kissed her passionately. After a while, we broke the kiss. I separated and took out the beer and the chocolate out of my bag. She looked at me in surprise.Her: What are these for?Me: These are for drinking and fucking. (Evil grin.)Her: I never agreed to get high!Me: No but things are going to happen. I was amazed at the amount of heat emanating from between her legs and I fought the urge to caress her silk covered mound. I removed my hand and picked up my glass. "So, is this a first time meeting someone you met online?" I asked after taking a healthy swallow. "Yes it is. I've been hit on by a lot of men on line and a few women, but never felt the desire to meet any of them. Some of the men even sent nude selfies in an attempt to change my mind." "It didn't work?" "No. Most were big hairy. Two days later Oiver was working hard on the field so Julia brought out a glass of lemonade for him.“Thanks Ma’am,” he said.“Good work, well done Oliver!” she said then patted him on the butt. He looked kind of embarrassed. “When your done out here I have somethin’ for you in the living room.” Julia told him, as she started away to the house with the empty glass. ‘Well I never,’ Oliver thought as he finished his work on the field, ‘the white woman has a gift fer me.’ Hours later, Oliver stepped.