Your slick, salty sweet essence. Desire manifested into the tangible. The taste is heavenly. My lips seal around and savor your juices, sucking and sw...rling around with my tongue, each finger gently vibrating with my moans. You have also tasted yourself countless times after my fingers have relentlessly pumped your depths. You said that it's one of the most intimate things to do, to taste that way, to trace one's fingerprints as if the tongue can memorize those specific loops and swirls that. I went to the field which was a small plot of land in the middle of our farm and was surrounded from all sides with tall crop of sugarcane. I started the work in right earnest but was sweating within no time.There I was sitting in the middle of desolated place thinking that there was not a soul within kilometers nearby, I was feeling quite lonely and looked at my watch .It was 1.30 PM and I thought God how lonely it was, then it came to my mind that mom will be bringing lunch and suddenly at. Gail crawled over my face her cunt just inches above my lips, her legs down beside my head and shoulders. She was on her elbows, her huge tite swaying gently above my head. Harry ordered me 'suck that clit, David,' as he pushed a few inches of his mammoth cock in to my rectum. Gasping I raised my head up to Gail's waiting cunt and began to suck on her clit. 'OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWEEEEE,' Gail squeald as I sucked her large clit into my lips. Harry leaned forward and slid his tongue from her open cunt. Looked to be a guy in the late 40’s and in fairly good shape. Waves were exchanged as he drove past.Within a half hour or so he made his way over to our campsite to say “hello”. We exchanged names, his was “Shane” and he seemed very polite. We struck up a conversation and offered him some wine. He declined but asked if it was okay to get some vodka from his camper which of course was fine with us. It’s just after sunset and the wine and vodka are starting to take effect. We noticed Shane was.