Behind his eyes one could sense a sadness, a sorrowful secret. Graydon would learn that Patch had been in the "Great War" and had survived trench warf...re and poison gas. He returned home never to speak of it, wanting only to forget. Patch abandoned his roots in the Ozarks to settle in the high Cascade Mountain country of the Methow Valley.He survived on a small pension and creamery money. He milked several dozen goats out of a herd of more than a hundred, ran their milk through a cream. My cock was straining in my pants and I hastily released it, raising up behind her I felt it brush up her cool thighs until it nestled in the warmth and wetness of her labia. I was kissing her neck about to enter her when I spotted a middle aged guy, he watching through the car windscreen. He stood rubbing a large bulge in his pants , our eyes met but I found myself just nodding as if to give consent to watch. He moved closer and instead of entering her I pushed my cock back and forth over her. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed his cock all the way down her throat, she started to gag and cry and he face fucked her, but he couldn't care less, his cock was about to explode on this whore and no amount of crying would save her. Just as he was about to cum he stopped and pulled out. he grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the couch. He positioned her on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and he got behind her, she started to beg, "Please don't, it's going to hurt,. .Again she started breathing heavily…Her boobs were moving up and down due to her breathing movements…. I placed a kiss on her panty which covered her pussy……she left a breath……. ufffff.. and was trying to catch my hair…But she couldn’t….because I completely didn’t remove her legging (which I did on a purpose) and she was not able to part her legs. So she couldn’t reach me.I held her panty and pulled it backwards and there!…..Her cleanly shaven pussy was half visible.Her panty was struck.