The next time had been better, but she’d ended up so sore she couldn’t walk normally. Now, the horse came to her and nickered when she walked into...the corral. Her butt was better and the skin on her thighs was no longer angry and red looking.She had lifted heavy bales - hundreds of them! And she had restacked them, climbing up on tiers of other bales, dragging the recalcitrant dead weight with her. She had helped rebuild a carburetor, of all things.She actually knew what a jet was and what it. Stark naked, warm and luscious, she knelt in front of me and unzipped my trousers. Then she looked up.“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just…” and she smiled the rest of the sentence with a sad tinge in her eyes. She helped me out of my clothes and returned to my cock, which she licked appreciatively as she weighed my balls in her right hand.“Mmm,” she said, and popped my cock into her mouth, giving it a long slow suck and then kissing it as she looked up at me. Then she turned me around and proceeded to. I moved my hands around her ears, neck and then her shoulders. I moved my fingers to the front of her and unbuttoned her shirt one by one. I took her shirt out and removed it from her body. She just sat on the couch by wearing white color bra and skirt. I squeezed her boobs so hard from behind. I squeezed them as hard as I can. Santha let out a slight moan. I put my fingers on her spine, and then moved my fingers in spiral motion, away from her spine and towards her shoulders.Santha was in. When she finished, her words steadily increased in volume and pitch from the imminent release creeping up on her. “Come so hard.” “Do it,” Jason grunted, his hand now moving just as fast as it had in the video the night before. Amy reached the point of no-return and perched there, held on the razor’s edge of beautiful agony. “Gonna come,” she blurted out, and then her mouth opened wide, her jaw trembling. She screamed as her orgasm claimed her, her eyes snapping shut beyond her control. “Ah!.