When visiting hours were over, she convinced mom to go home, to get a good night’s sleep. She told dad to behave, then drove back to her parent’... house. They arrived home and while mom showered, Holly sat in the den wanting a drink, anything to ease the edge. She wished she bought a bottle of wine but she drove straight home. She kept dreaming of last night, how his cock poked through the hole, begging to be touched, caressed, relieved. Stay home, she kept telling herself, but she. “ohhh!” She cried out and I pushed her mouth back on to my nipple. “You sshhh, too, baby.” I whispered into her ear and shoving in another two fingers, making her moan again. “It…feels… soo… good!” She moaned, sucking my nipple, as I finger fucked her pussy with all my force. Her pussy juices were dripping down my arms, I was so wet myself. I needed to feel something inside of me, it was too much watching her moaning on top of me and sucking my boobs. I spread my legs wide enough, sat up, still. I had no bra on, as I sometimes feel more comfortable without one when I’m painting. My bikini cut underwear where simple and unglamorous and I tossed them aside without much thought. As soon as my clothes were out of the way, Zoë pounced back onto my mouth with a ferociousness that took me by surprise. I slid her inexperienced hand down between my legs and she quickly figured out what to do. She stroked my wet folds as I had stroked hers, encouraging my already copious flow of lubrication. I. We had a windsock that was originally on a tall pole, but was later put on a pole on top of the metal buildings housing airplanes. We were lucky as the field we used was very large, level, and very smooth, so we could land and take off in any direction, wherever the windsock pointed. There was some drag on takeoff when the alfalfa was high, but we cut and baled it often enough that there were few problems.Years ago, there was a large Canadian goose flyway past and over our farm. The big sweet.