We had some wild times together in the front and back seat of Jake's car.There was a lane off 301 that we used to go parking on. That lane was on the ...est end of the Morton farm and was used by farm trucks in the spring and fall. It was also used to carry water and fuel to the crop dusters. The rest of the time it was not used and grown up with weeds and grass. We used it for fun two or three nights a week until the state - in one of it drainage improvement programs - dug up the tile and left a. None of the coven approved witches including Eve were present at that scene of the warlock’s demise, but she overheard two of the farm workers laughing at poor Mister Higgins getting it “good and proper” from unknown parties in retribution for buggering the Parson’s virginal daughter in the hay barn. There was some degree of indignation in the telling because he was obviously taking advantage of the fact she was unable to speak other than mumbling nonsense since birth. Apparently, the unknown. Of course, I knew that was quit unlikely, but I could not help but worry. I guess that is the downside of having a vivid imagination. Luckily, I was also about to experience the upside. Fearing the worst, I pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it silently behind me. I then turned around and studied my new surroundings. Everything looked normal. A relieved sigh escaped me. My friend was fine. Or so I thought until I heard a moan emanate from her room. My first instinct was to call out. I wanted to tease as many old cocks as I could and with them being my daddy’s friends that made it even more dirty. It was all part of the innocent girl act – the act of pretending I’m not a complete whore. I left my boyfriend chatting with daddy’s friends and I went to get changed. I was going to try a range of different outfits on today. First outfit of the day... my little club dress with heels. Before changing I quickly slid my hand inside my pink panties. They were absolutely soaking wet..