“Stop for a second…”Boom!“Another headshot! All day, fuckers. All day!”Brock took this moment to ram his raging cock inside Brittany’s cun....“Oh yes, motherfucker, give me that hot cock!”He slammed hard into her thighs as she leaned against the wooden barricade, his steaming cock drilling deep into her. “Stop!” And he did, panting and sweating heavily, his wet cock about halfway out of her. “Easy… easy… little more…”Boom!Brock sensed her timing, and slammed forward just milliseconds after she. Bobby had received a call earlier from his cousin about a young lady that was interested in seeing the farm.Since he planned on being there to take inventory anyway, he told Jimmy to send her over for a quick tour. Bobby watched as the Beemer came to a stop and the door opened.His eyes grew wide when two of the longest legs he'd ever seen came out of the driver's door followed by a five-foot nine raven-haired young woman. She was wearing a yellow sundress that accented the thick, black hair. I had beaten a good tennis player in straight sets.I was dressing more often and a bit more openly. Despite all of thiswithout a second thought I had almost walked into a bar for drinks.I felt the rungs of the ladder slipping through my fingers and paced theapartment repeating to myself "Deborah does not drink. You can beatthis." When I calmed down I made a sandwich and went through the mail. Aflyer from my hometown church announced a "Raise the Faith" day and Ithought about the family I had. And it was Isabelle that – shyly and childlike lovingly - offered me her lips for a gentle, first kiss. Then, in our state of exhaustion, we quickly fell asleep.Despite our falling asleep so closely embraced, we awoke at ease with each other in the morning. It almost felt we were lovers. And over breakfast in a nearby café, Isabelle reached across the table for my hand: ‘Fred, can we be together a bit longer? I want to –‘, she paused, searching for the right words, ‘travel to Austria with.