If Kent hadn’t been standing at the bottom of the ladder waiting on him he would have whimpered. Kent watched his cousin descend and waited until he...touched the ground. ‘We’ll start baling again first thing in the morning. I’ll need you to rake for me.’ Sam grunted in assent. He pasted by his cousin for the cooler that held another gallon of Gatorade. Whatever he wanted to talk about could wait. All of his bodily fluids were still in the loft where he sweated them out. He needed to dehydrate. When Shirley saw me drop drawers she smiled, pulled her heels up onto the bales of hay and spread her legs. She looked at me with glistening eyes and reached her arms toward me. I moved between her splayed legs and guided my cock into her. I worked the first couple of inches into her, pulled back, leaned slightly and slammed the rest into her in one lunge. Shirley shrieked when she felt the remainder of my 7 ¼ inch cock slam into her and bottom out. My pubic bone hit her clit just right. I held. The result for me was a tingling that lasted for several hours. I was hoping this would produce the same effects. A moan suggested that I had succeeded. Next, I pulled down on the cords, stretching them in the sac. In mere moments his cock became hard. I knew from experience that this was arousing but not enough to climax. The manipulation would make his testicles throb but not enough to produce ejaculation. Now that his cock was hard, I took the largest leather belt I could find and placed it. I was still getting over lucky Tony's experience, but enjoyed seeing them gradually strip each other. I was feeling a bit jealous if truth be told, I'd have loved to get just a feel, but he got a lick, the jammy devil! Still it was good to watch. The lesbian act didn't allow any contact so the crowd was a bit disappointed, though there were compensations as the girls taunted us as they circulated, then teased as they pulled down bra cups or panties just a little bit, not enough to really see.