"He startled, "Oh just an owl." Then a coyote cried out. "Holy Shit what was that?" He shivered. He picked up his pace. You might even say he started ...o run a little. Over an hour went by and John came across a farm. He went to the front door and knocked. Soon a old farmer opened the door. As John explained what had happened, he could see the two most beautiful farm girls he had ever seen. One was a gorgeous blonde, the other a gorgeous brunette. John finished his story then asked if the Farmer. When his lips touched the head of my cock I began to loose control. His tongue circled the tip and teased around the base. He was so good. I pushed him off and I straddled him and began grinding my ass against his crotch. Before I could do anything he pulled his pants down and stripped off his boxers and shirt. Slowly he slid his hard cock deep inside my ass. Causing me to gasp and curl my toes. He bit his lip feeling the tightness of my ass. I began sliding up and down on his cock gripping. Linnea’s underwear is similarly utilitarian, although her bra has some serious engineering to keep her chest restrained. Linnea unhooks her bra and removes it, and her breasts almost spring out of their confinement. They aren’t porn star big, but nor are they porn star fake, large round breasts capped with prominent nipples loom over me. There’s a clear upwards curve to them, in a few years these beauties will start to droop but at 18 Linnea’s breasts don’t have a hint of sag in them despite. I'd decided this was the way.I didn't answer her directly."I can't take much more of it. I'm only human, Honey." Much more of what?" she asked, a trace of worry entering her mesmerizing eyes."Sweetheart, you're a beautiful girl, too beautiful. I don't know if you're aware of it but I've been having some difficulty seeing you as just my daughter."I had Sasha's undivided attention, her eyes sharply probing into mine, flitting from one eye to the other seeking."You're becoming such a lady. Maybe.