He fondled them using their fullness as leverage as he fucked her. Her hips wiggled as several of his right fingers excited her clit.Her hips moved as...if trying to escape his fingers. He kissed her shoulder blades and the base of her neck as he continued to fuck her and massage her clit. “Jesus Dan, what you’re doing to me! I’m ... I’m, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!” she sensually released.“I love the sounds of you cumming! I can feel your warm cum on my cock. I’ll have to make you cum as often as. The swelling was now well up my leg and reddish green and well as bluish purple.Annabelle was twenty or so and Cissy was about sixteen I suppose. Pleasant looking young women in homespun and wooden clogs, poor frontier farmers on a hardscrabble piece of land. They had a few goats and some chickens who lived in a lean-to attached to their board house with its stone and wattle chimney. Since I had taken over one bed, they slept huddled together on the other, covered with worn quilts, and when I. As soon as my panties where off he started touching and feeling my clit. He dipped his finger down to collect the moisture and went to fingering me a little more. "I can tell your enjoying yourself" He said with a slight grin. Than he put the seat down on the tolite and had me sit down. He knelled down between them and started playing with my pussy with his tongue as well. It was amazing how good a tongue was against on my clit. He tried to put his finger in me, but he would back off when I. That afternoon around three, Stacy was ready once again to suspend herself naked in the hothouse. She had spent the time modifying one of the tray attachments to hold her favorite vibrator. One of the trays had a special watering device of some sort that was intended to drip a growth solution onto the soil. It was basically a tripod with a long counterweighted arm. The nozzle end set against the side of the tray and as the tray went up and down, it rose and fell with the tray.Stacy added.