I was flipping out, like really fucking flipping out, and throwing rocks and kicking brush away. This was the breakdown that I had been waiting for, o... at least it would have been if I didn't almost find myself falling face-first into a well, just catching myself in the knick of time.It didn't look like anything special. Just your run of the mill every day well that once upon a time someone dropped a bucket into and brought up water. So many unimportant questions nearly overwhelmed my mind but. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!"Her bed creaked as I fucked her. I hooked my arm around her right leg, lifting up her thigh so I could really go to town on her cooch. Mindy buried her face into her pillow, muffling her cries of passion. The slut was a screamer."Cum!" I grunted. "I wanna feel your cooch milkin' my pecker. Then I'm gonna flood your purtee cunt with a big batch of my cream." Oh, fuck yes!" She looked over her shoulder, honey-blonde hair plastered to her. She looked around, bewildered, and Bobby calmly led her to the window. Outside, parked in the yard, with a big red ribbon wrapped all the way around it was a brand new 1973 Chevrolet Impala.“The truck will work fine for farm stuff,” he said, his hands on her hips, as she stared at the beautiful car. “But with the baby and all, I thought this might be a little more comfortable.”“You can’t afford that!” she gasped.“Yes, I can,” he said. “I’m doing just fine, and you deserve this.”By December, Flo. Why?’ Lori stopped by another downed tree. This one was huge and she was able to rest her bottom against it. She faced the man, raised her skirt and spread her legs.The man stood a few feet away, still rubbing his cock through his slacks.“Take it out,” Lori called and ran her hand over pussy.He didn’t hesitate. His cock flopped out through the zipper hole and he started stroking it. “You’re a dirty slut aren’t you?”“You have no idea,” Lori laughed then leaned forward and pushed two fingers.