At least it is when it comes to the outside world. On a farm it matters only in the sense that there is work to be done. Sleep comes shortly after the...sun sets and morning when it rises. Then it’s time to feed the animals, mend broken fences and check on the crops. When the sun hits high in the sky then it is time for lunch. Other than that time is irrelevant. There is not even a clock on the wall in the house.For Emily Elizabeth time is relevant because time marks the passing of her life here. I was totally honest when I whispered:"Your cock is so hard, it's putting so much pressure on one spot." Usually when a cock goes in, it goes behind deeper towards the back before sliding upwards. Bob just went straight up putting a lot of pressure on the back side of my pubic bone. With all my weight on Bob and having him balls deep with my nipples crushed against his chest the small thrusts were enough. I was half giggling while whispering "I'm going to cum real soon. Are you good?" He. ?At this point Carla was too drunk to notice the faint sneer in his voice, the undertone of violence. All she saw was two gorgeous men happy to show her a good time. Well, even if it did lead to anything more than a few drinks, Kyle could shove it. They’d always had a sort of on and off relationship anyway. He’d understand. Stumbling out of the bar, she caught a glimpse of the bartender looking back at her – a look in his eyes that momentarily sent her cold. A word of encouragement from Ste. Fred had magazine of cross dressers having sex for what ever reason the sight of a guy dressed in just bra and panties being fucked made my cock hard as hell. Mitzi then said you must like what you see you cock is hard. Fred then said you are going to dress the same way and you are going to be fucked by both of us. Mitzi went to my mothers dresser and pulled out a matching bra and pantie set both satin red in color. Fred instructed me to strip and put the panties on first the feel of the satin.