Jill knelt down in front of him and watched as the purple head disappeared and reappeared inside the circle of the clutching fingers. “Slow,” she ...aid. “Do it slow.”She felt her pussy spasm. She wanted to grab the angry looking meat and slam her hand up and down the precome covered length. Instead she allowed her fingers to trail through her cream covered pussy lips and flick lightly against her hard protruding clit. She gasped as the little nubbin responded by quivering and becoming extremely. “Ride a horse,” Pepper answered.“I guess we could do that after you finish spreading this compost around the orchard,” Carl said.Although Pepper had heard the term compost, he wasn’t really sure what it was, or why it was used. His lack of experience with gardens of any kind was making itself known.He asked, “Why do I need to spread this stuff around the orchard?”“It gives us something to do with the horse manure you’ve been hauling out of the barn,” Carl answered with a smile. Seeing the. People walked behind us and as they did I would remove my fingers and giggle. They didn’t suspect a thing. I was bringing myself so much joy, it felt amazing and my body was aching to orgasm.I could see the hard bulge in his trousers also aching to be released, he was desperate to touch me and to cum but I was a tease and wouldn’t let him do anything but watch me.It was incredibly hard to suppress my moans, I wanted to cry out in pleasure but I had to keep a lid on it. I kept on biting my lip. I was getting tense coz would she be interested in me than she would have made sum attempt to meet me or come to our house.One day, I found Preeti standing at the bus stop, waiting to return home from her work. I stopped my car and requested her to step in. After my repeated request she stepped in. I found this great opportunity to convey my desire to her. Now or never. Yes, I have to do it now. If I don’t tell her now, than I will never get the opportunity. So I broke the silence.”Preeti, I am.