. your... cum... blast... my... pussy... nnnnnowwwwww!" My cock spewed great loads of cum into her. Her own orgasm rocked us. She writhed under me, ni...ples distended, nyloned legs shaking, wrapped tightly around my waist, mouth pressed to mine, thrusting her hips like a whore. I pumped, she thrust, demanding the maximum pleasure, we went at each other again building those giant orgasms of mutual passion and lust. This was fucking at its very best. No strings, no games, just rutting. The. I settled into my new role as manager of the farm. My father put me in charge after my last brother had left. I felt like a huge hole in my life had been filled. This is what I was meant to do. My father shared his knowledge of the farm business as I grew up, and now he was able to sit on the porch, drink his whiskey, read his books, and enjoy his years of labor.Then the world threw me a curve ball. I woke one morning to see my mother and father driving one of our wagons off to the South. I. Iwas in a state of numbed shock, unable to believe that her friendsfather could do such a thing."We'll take care of Jill and her mother, thank you for coming over."With a nod of her head, I let the detective out.Mom and I sat there with Claire, unable to make sense of the tragedythat had just happened. Her entire world had evaporated in a moment ofhate and lust. They took Jill to the hospital where she was admitted,then, after a few hours, we convinced Claire to stay at our house. Momput her to. So he’d expected the intimate encounter, the sneak. Lance grinned up at Wes from the floor. It was obvious that whatever had happened had been good. Wesley was as radiant as a man can get. ‘I’m glad I could help,’ he grinned and pushed himself off the floor, stretching and yawning. ‘You needed it. Hell, you wanted it … you just didn’t know it.’ Wesley eyed Lance again and just snorted in response. Lance grinned and moved to his own bag and rummaged around for a minute before tossing a couple of.