He seemed to calm down a little bit and said ‘this has always been my fantasy, to be trapped in a lift with a good looking woman!’ Like he read my...mind in some strange Derren Brown way!I looked up at him and he suddenly looked at me, obviously uncomfortable with what he had said. I held his gaze with a straight face, enjoying his discomfort. I smiled, ‘it’s ok, that could be good therapy to take your mind off being here. Tell me about that fantasy.’He laughed and shuffled his feet, saying. “Ooh, that's so good.”“Mmm, good,” I purred, grinding the heel of my hand into her plump vulva and tight slit. Her juices soaked me.My tongue darted around her asshole. I fluttered it in fast circles. It was just a heady rush to enjoy her. I groaned, loving basting her butthole with my tongue in between suckles that drew out the cum lodged in her asshole.That cum was so yummy. My cunt clenched around my digits. My orgasm built faster and faster. I would have such a huge one. I massaged her. I. However, the ladies that have told me that were all those that loved me, so their opinion may be a bit biased. While I may have not liked farming, the hard work that farming demands had kept my body in fit and trim shape. My light brown hair was short and trim, most definitely off the shoulders. My eyes are still a grand and glorious blue, much to the delight of the ladies who have looked into them, (or so they say). As I have been told my face is perhaps slightly on the plain side but not. Julie, the club barmaid. She was in her forties and he was merely eighteen. But that did not bother him. He wanted her more than anyone. From the first moment he had seen her he knew he wanted her. She had short blonde hair, a heaving pair of breasts, that were easily D-cups, and of course the centre thought of his relentless jacking off, the finest butt known to man, that was nice and curved, two fat cheeks for him to get his hands on, and long legs that did dirty things in his mind. She had.