.it was Phyllis, making the moaning sounds that came when she was aroused!Carefully, slowly, I peeked around the edge of the door.And there she was - ...acked up against the kitchen counter with a young man (obviously the delivery courier) mauling her breasts. Her hands were groping at his crotch, obviously trying to liberate his cock.I did the only thing I could do: I pulled out my stiffening tool and prepared to enjoy the spectacle.I have to admit, the young man had an impressive cock. Not. It was enough that you thought you could see something up there, but the dim lighting and the shadow of the table thwarted knowing for certain. Sterling had thought ahead and had brought something that would dispel all doubts.We were careful not to ‘catch’ anyone eyes as they stared at mysterious femininity that’s under our table, by keeping a lively conversation between each other even if it was about the amount of junk mail we received today.Coming back to the family in front of us the. I admit it, I was past the ‘perspire’ label, I was full on sweaty. But even that felt good to me, felt right to me. Part of it might be that this is a ranch and we were just two people to work it. I felt like I was a part, a necessary, worthwhile part. As I stood there, my lungs filling with the thin mountain air of the altitude, beads of sweat ran down under my bra and between my breasts. Yes, oddly, it felt good. I heard him pulled the starter rope repeatedly, but it failed to restart, it. I rolled back and took off my blouse and then as Ken climbed onto the bed, he rolled me back and forth as he helped me take off my skirt. Down to my hose and heels he had me lay flat on my back as he moved down toward my feet where he took hold of them and spread my legs apart. He moved in between my legs and laying down himself, reached up and with his hands, spread apart my cunt lips and dove into my cunt with his tongue. For several minutes he continued to suck and bite on my cunt lips and.