Her hair fell softly across her shoulders. “I am not a tease.”“Really,” I replied back, “Where are your shorts?”Catalina blushed and turne... red.“Que?” she shot back, in Spanish, as she bunched up her over-sized t-shirt and tied it in a knot on her hip. “You don’t like my comfortable look?”“Yes, I do,” I laughingly replied. “I’m just not used to seeing you so . . . very casually . . attired.”“I am not tired,” Catalina replied.“Attired,” I repeated.“Nooooo,” Catalina replied, “I am not. “It’s been wayyyy too long since I’ve been properly fucked!” John loved hearing that. He knew he was getting the job done and that made him feel that much better about himself. He knew his skills at pleasuring the opposite sex were pretty decent as it was, but to know that he was getting this particular girl off was just an added bonus. Not like his ego needed anymore fuel. Over and over again, his cock plunged deep in her wanton depths as her moans echoed off the walls of his bedroom. He. You begin sucking my clit, giving it a nip every now and again. Every time you nip my clit I cry out. One of my hands is on the back of your head, pressing it in to my pussy, and the other hand is gripping the sheets, trying to gain purchase. I’m getting closer, the heat is building just below my stomach. That’s when you do it, you moan on my clit, and pump even faster and harder with your fingers. I lose control; I release; I cum. My hips buck on your fingers as I climax, my cum squirting. " Sure, Mr. Braun. I checked the oil on the tractor last Friday and noticed it was down. Maybe I'll do an oil change today, that'll fix it." That's good thinking, Leon, we don't need to be adding oil just before we change it. I think the new acreage will be worthwhile. It's good bottom land right next to the creek, and I have a feeling old Mr. Jenkins will be selling me all the rest of the land along the creek within the next year or two."Jimmy put the truck into gear and waved as he started to.