***** They are there leaning on her special tree and planning their amazing future, for they are in love and want to be with each other and never see ...nother… The year is 1895. The McKane farm needs help so, Mr. McKane hires a young man to work the farm with him. Mr. McKane has a young daughter named Bonnie, who was seventeen when this young man was hired to help on the farm. As fate would have it, this young man grows fonder of Bonnie as the days go by. Bonnie grows fond of the young man as. ”“Hi Neela, I’m Abby,” she began standing by her. “This is Michael and he likes you and wants to ask you to dance with him.”“I ... umm ... are you thirsty?” He hesitated, offering her the bottle.“Yes I am, thank you,” she smiled shyly, accepting his offer.“Would ... would you like to dance?” He cautiously asked.“Yes I would, Michael,” she smiled, accepting his hand.Abby beamed as she watched them begin to dance, and Michael gave her a thumbs-up smile.“What was that all about?” Brad asked,. Pulling me forward, he brought me up to his mouth. As he opened his mouth he moved his hands to my butt cheeks. Gripping them he licked the bottom of my dick before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue flicked at the tip before snaking around the shaft. I had to put my hands on the headboard to keep my balance. With my butt in the air, I felt his finger rubbing my hole. My breathing quickened as he moved his head while sucking. The feeling I get before I cum built up in my gut. Pulling me. Geez; mum was joining in too.I was gulping cock happily and my mum had the vibrator in hand; now pleasing my pussy on the frickin express speed setting. I heard the buzz, while she spat in my arse and poked a Christmas tree candy cane in my arsehole. Talked a girl being over stuffed. My mouth packed with hammering cock. My pussy jammed with my own mothers Christmas present and my arsehole taking pleasure from a candy cane cramming its way in deeper and deeper. God I was fearful of the full.