You bow your head and tell me that you trust me.I take you in the bedroom and tell you to strip very slowly showing me your sexy body. You are only we...ring a sleep shirt with tiny panties. You take of your shirt finally showing me those perky beautiful titties with nipples just straining to be touched. Then you slowly slide your tiny panties down your legs, showing me that lovely ass. Once your panties hit the floor, you kick them aside – all the while staring into my eyes. Then, turning around. She slides enough along the length until just the tip touches against her folds. Mercy is surprised the creature isn’t expressing its dominance over her. She quickly dismisses the thought, instead deciding to take advantage of it while she can. She takes a deep breath, her ear focusing on the sounds around her. As she hears the first drop of her juices hitting the cool blue water beneath her, she plunge her hips down, wanting to bury the full length of the tentacle deep inside her hot pussy.. . to find some work." Sometimes he was gone a week. We would mark each day on the John Deere calendar. Sometimes a month. We kept all the old calendars. They told about our Dad. How long he was gone. When he came back. This time, from Independence Day to Labor Day... the longest ever from reading the calendars (our poor man's Farmer's almanac) we decided after talking, discoursing, arguing that Dad was gone... forever. But we watched for him for a long time after that.We found in the barn, in. “I guess biology still works,” she said seeing the partial erection in my shorts. “Or did you take a pill?”“No,” I shook my head, hoping Emma wouldn’t read too much into my state. Penises do have minds of their own.“Take them off,” she waved, “no more dancing.”I slipped them off and laid them with my other clothes.“Back that ass up here,” she ordered reaching out to grab my cheeks when they got within reach. “I like a hard ass,” she gave me a swat. “You’d be surprised how flabby some of the.