So he decided to slip over to the cypress and let Freddie and Pasquale fill in any action he might miss. From his new vantage point among the cypress ...oots, he looked up at his two friends and asked for a report. "They're like, you know, feeding," said Pasquale. He'd spent time on a hippie commune and found the subject of human food very interesting. "And drinking something in cans," added Freddie. "It looks like beer. The big guy's on his third. The little one with the floppy hat is still on. He was a bit afraid when the watch came to the door to inquire if all was in order inside the small house. The widow was overly vocal in voicing her approval of his enthusiastic slamming of her posterior regions. Her shrill protests were belied by her vigorous grinding of her amorous rump searching for his rampant cock to be stuffed deeply into her fundament.Several visits to her tight little pussy showed him how little practice the poor widow had received in matters of amorous coupling.Widow. ............?? She sat upstairs in theirbarn pondering this, dressed in orange shorts and an elastic athletic bra whichwhilst providing much needed support via it's 2 straps which criss-crossedbehind her back also allowed her to cool off after the restricting schooluniform which she'd come home in 45 mins earlier; so she sat between 2 bales ofhay sweating in the afternoon sunlight wondering what a ?blow job? was and howyou did it ? She thought that if she could figure it out she'd have one up. Can I see them again, Savannaha pleaded. Their boobs, no big deal Megan told her. Her eyes widened as she looked at the reflection in the mirror. Turning she watched as Savannaha took off her tee shirt. Her memories went back to that summer her and Savannaha went skinny dipping. She remembered how she jealous of savannahs brown skin. Why an I so pale and she's so dark. She smiled to herself as she thought about how big Savannahs chest was compared to hers and the darkness of her areolas. As she.