He was a skilled farrier but had been without work since his tools were stolen almost a year prior.The "Poacher's" Daughter, Bess, was a comely lass; ...he was slight, tis true, but firm of muscle and shockingly curved in feminine perfection. Her long shining black tresses were her crowning glory. Her beauty was such that her presence in these humble surroundings seemed distressingly odd.Bess often helped her Father with his traps.She was small enough to fit into the tight spaces where the most. Then I put the brush away, for now, and return to your cock with my mouth. Then I start to slowly lick, back and forth and up and down. From the tip all the way to the origin below your belly button. Running my tongue all along the underside and then all the way back up as I start to take you into my mouth. Slowly at first, just sucking on the tip and making circles around it as I nibble gently. Then taking you into my mouth as you put your hands on the back of my head to aid in the rhythm. I. She was moaning and grunting as she rubbed harder and faster. Her tits were swinging back and forth as she massaged herself. She looked over at the camera as she began to orgasm. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes as she tightened up and shook with a climax, letting out a low moan. "Yeah, baby...get it...rub that pussy. Oh yeah...rub it," the voice from behind the camera said.I took advantage of the fact that Cassie was alone now, and began stroking my dick again. It wasn't long. Did going commando make you feel naughty?’ I could tell she was a little embarrassed but was getting too excited for it to matter. ‘Yes, I.. Took them off.. Just before I.. Got in the car..’ She was panting ever few words and I was being a little mean and rubbing her clit with my thumb. ‘I even.. touched myself.. while I was.. driving home.. just for you.’ This she said with shyness and I knew it was way outside her normal comfort zone. I let the conversation become non-verbal and she moaned.