I moved my fingers up and down the slit, feeling her wetness. I noticed she gasped whenever I reached the top of the slit, so I guessed this must be ...here the clit is, and decided to focus my attention on it. I moved my head lower down, and put my mouth around her stiff nipple. My hand moved around her clit. She arched her back, expressing her pleasure. I was eager to please her, and continued with my sucking and stroking. Meanwhile, her hand around my dick was doing wonders there - I. Gawd! how I loved this woman. Yes, loved!We lay gathering ourselves for the next round. The party was forgotten for the moment; there was only the two of us bathed in sweat. We existed in a different and timeless reality. I coaxed her onto her belly. For a minute I massaged her back; then, gently forcing her legs apart I knelt once again between them and lowered my face to her anus. I buried my face in her.She attempted to look around: I had surprised her, but then she relaxed and I had my way. “SSSSSTTTP!” I screamed at him, but the words were muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I squirmed in vain from his touch.He did not stop stroking my mound. I heard him laugh at my predicament.“You’re tough.” He began to say as his fingers violated my pussy. “There ain’t a lot of people who can hit me. And you? You managed to knock me down for a while.”As he finished speaking, his fingers finally left my mound. I heard the sound of a drink being poured into a glass.“So, you’re a private. He seemed not to notice, and said he and the men fold were going to go to the back room and play some cards and, ahem, drink some moonshine made by one of the other farmers.Ned went to the punch bowl and poured another round of punch for us. He appeared to be having a hard time picking them all up at once, fiddling with them before we got them. We sipped and I noted the smell of alcohol, and quickly asked, "Did you spike these with booze? You aren't old enough to buy it." He laughed, "I can't.