Suddenly Kriss stiffened up again, her grip on Ronnie's hair tightening even more. The pain from the hair pulling turned Ronnie on even more. She move... her tongue and jaw as Kriss came and came. Finally Kriss let her go, pushing Ronnie's face away because she was so damned sensitive. Kriss then did something she never thought she would do. She helped Ronnie to her feet and then traded places with her. Now she was at eye level with her friend's cunt. She really had no idea what she was doing, so. "That's because I graded it with the tractor a couple of weeks ago," Mark said. "I can do a pretty good job in the spring when the ground's soft. Once it's sat for the summer, baking in the sun, the clay hardens up so much I can't bust it up, even if we get rain, and then it gets all full of potholes and really bad. Then, it takes one of their big graders to bust up the hard pan."Without saying anything, Mike wondered to himself what effect a couple of nasty columns in the Record-Herald would. While my daughter and I fucked an arms length away.I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but tonight wore white satin shorts, very brief, very tight. I was about to take my drink into the changing room, when I saw a young guy I knew.. My stomach…’ ‘I’ll do my best, baby. He lifted her chin, staring into her pain clouded eyes. He didn’t say out loud what he was thinking but inside, worry for her swirled through him, scaring him worse than anything had ever before. She was so incredibly precious to him. He couldn’t think of her being injured but she was showing all the signs of a concussion. And while it wouldn’t be life threatening if they had a hospital nearby, getting her out of this mess safely was going to take some time.