But we both knew that was FAR FAR from the truth. The dark nipples crowning your damn near perfect breasts…hardening…standing proud. And….the so...nds…..the a****listic sounds you made…….as the lust and desire claimed you…..Oh, my dear…..Needless to say, thinking of you like this…..remembering……my simple cleansing isn’t simple now.Looking down, I watch my slick soap covered hand slide slowly up and down my shaft…..swollen and hard by the thought of you. I grin, knowing you would love to see this.. None of the men stepped out of line, but they reveled in opportunities like this, a chance encounter in a secluded area of the farm, or when the farmer was away on business, sometimes for weeks.His daughters were particularly vulnerable, they were home schooled and had never really been away from the farm to know or learn the ways of the weird, they were naive and could easily be manipulated.On this particular day Jessica was trying to milk one of the cows in one of the smaller and less busy. My eyes were locked on his mouth, my labia were as wet as his lips, so when I replied, slightly giddy, 'You mean my lack of dress', I could feel the slight warmth, as some pee ran down my inner thigh.'How much is lack-off dress', he retorted, he was very close to me, and I found it very hard to control my bladder, my pee was running inside my sandal, and made me feel even more naked than I was.'What you see on my body, is all I have', and as I spoke he made his first move, putting his hand on. Apparently her nipples were as sensitive as her clit was because I threw that women straight into a series of orgasms like nothing that she had ever felt before. She was in heaven for quite a while. The rest of that session was terrific. The girls had a very good time and Cheyenne loved eating Evelyn’s freshly fucked pussy. Me, I sketched like crazy and fucked Evelyn a second time in the missionary position before she went home.Terri spent the night so that she would be there for our Sunday.