CHAPTERTWOJames Winslow, a descendant of Jonathon Winslow, was a coarse,earthy man with a sharp mind and far reaching ideas. His Mississippiplantation...was known for the particularly fine variety of diseaseresistant cotton he had developed over many years of painstakinglytedious cross-pollination. His herd of black angus cattle and histhoroughbred horses were, through years of carefully controlledbreeding, the finest of their kind in the south. James Winslow wasproud of his cotton, cattle and. She ran her hand further down his back, patting gently and feeling the scratches and bruises that her nails had left the night before. He moaned and arched his back at her soft touch. He was aroused, the sight of her smiling at him and her gentle hand making him hard. He had not been allowed to cum in more than a week despite being played with, and so the slightest touch made his head spin with desire. “You have been a good boy lately,” she commended him as her hand moved under him and grazed. She told me it aroused her to feel her soft angora sweater against her bare boobs and nipples. She thought if it felt so good against her tits, a guy would enjoy the pleasurable sensation of her sweater against his dick. She decided to see just how good she could make a guy’s dick feel if she rubbed it against her soft angora sweater.She wore her blue angora for her date when she wanted to try some sweater tit dick rubbing. She and her boyfriend went to his off campus apartment.My wife liked. After I knocked back two cups of coffee and some toast, I strolled up to the bathroom for a leisurely session of making myself look gorgeous. As I opened the hamper to put my dirty clothes in, and low and behold, my pink satin thong panties, the ones I’d cum in so explosively three nights before, sat on the top. The smell of cum was obvious. This stuff was fresh, but I was the only one in the house. Everyone else had gone out for the day. It was fairly obvious that it must have been my brother.