.. especially..." she looked at me, "Mister Weston, who had every reason to give me the push, but..." her breath caught and she paused for a moment. "...ust ... thank you." She sat, her head down, as we clapped.The gifts were a mixture; a little jewelry, not expensive, but discreetly elegant. Some clothes, not practical ones, (which we were providing anyway) but the sort of thing that help girls ... and women ... to feel good about themselves. An I-pod. Fitted overalls, with the estate monogram. I don’t remember falling asleep, but sometime later a noise close by roused me. I sat up and saw a tractor on the track with a trailer full of straw behind. Sitting on the tractor was a man, a black man, smiling gently at me, a twinkle in his eyes.“‘Tis a lovely day to be sleeping, I don’t want to disturb you but I thought it good to check you are all right”.“Actually I’ve twisted my ankle and my husband has gone to drive our car to the lane end”“It’s quite a way to the lane, would you like me. It made me so excited that my dick became harder and bothered me. I then got up, kept my one leg on the sofa and brought my dick in contact with her pussy.I held my dick in hand and slowly started moving it on top of her pussy while she continued moaning. She expected me to shove my dick right inside but I was just teasing her, giving her the feel of my dick but keeping her pussy deprived of the fuck.She then suddenly looked at me in anger and shouted, “Akash you Moron! Put that dick right now. ‘You feel so fucking hot, Carmen. I can’t believe, you are so incredibly tight. If I didn’t know better, I would say you had never given birth.’ Carmen just panted as she experienced a small orgasm. I quickly rolled us over so that Carmen now was on her back with me on top of her. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at her beautiful face and smiled. ‘Ready to be fuck real good?’ I asked. ‘Ready,’ Carmen answered with a smile and pulled me in for a prolonged kiss. I began moving my.