"She grinned, unbuckled her seat belt, scooted over beside me and wrapped her hand around my dick through my pants then said, "I can fix that for you,... and reached for my zipper."Whoa, young lady." I said a little too abruptly. "It's not safe to do that kind of stuff while I'm driving. You scoot back over there, buckle your seat belt. And drape that towel over that tempting pussy so I can get us home in one piece."She snatched her hand away from my cock as if it were on fire, then quickly moved. He moved his tongue around my throbbing clit in small circles at a steady pace, along with two fingers now sliding in and out of my hot juicy cunt that had me on the brink of orgasm. I couldn’t just lie there staring at the ceiling. I had to look down and watch his head between my legs as he worked on my pussy.Dan increased the pressure of his tongue on my clit and found my G-spot with the tips of his fingers and finally pushed me over the edge. I came hard as waves of pleasure erupted. The Farm was a ramshackle building surrounded by crops. Voices emanated from one field and we tried to locate them in the forest of wheat. Africa introduced ourselves to three topless men scything down the wheat. The elder gentleman identified himself as the farmer, Andrew with his son, Rob and farmhand, Mike.Rob was a mere younger version of his father. 6ft tall, big burgeoning muscles and strong blue eyes. Mike was black and had big muscles too and a grin that stretched from ear to ear when. "If you don't mind me asking, I was wondering how come you speak such good English?" Paul asked, only to get glared at by his sister. "My father has quite a bit of American clients. Sometimes they would have children around my age, so my mother thought it might be a good idea for me to learn English, so I could interact with them." Yumi said, as she picked up the chopsticks. She didn't want to say that the fork was fine, but figured that the family went through all the trouble. "So your Dad's a.