“Oh. That’s not gonna work…” says Jacob. “Grab a pen and try to write something!” screeches Patty, and they both try franti...ally to write their names while holding a pen in their mouth. Nothing, they can barely even get the pen to make even a squiggle. “Gotcha there buckaroo.” Says a big sounding man as a loop of rope is thrown over Jacob’s head. Jacob turns around, pulling at the rope in the process, and sees farmer Wayson holding the other end of the rope. His. I was so young when it happened that I didn't understand the feelings she gave me, but now that I am almost eighteen I know she was actually grooming me. She never completely ravished my young body but her touches were magic to a blossoming young girl.Lately, those thoughts had become paramount in my masturbation fantasies. Every time I rubbed my little pussy I would imagine her showing me how much fun it could be to have sex with an older lesbian woman. That was a few years ago and me being. ”I hesitated.“Please.” She said, “I don’t want to divorce.”I didn’t either. I sighed, “Alright.”She leaned over and hugged me. Then she kissed me. Then she kissed my cheek several times. Then she hugged me for a long moment. Then she kissed my neck and slid her hands down my sides to my waist, then to my cock and balls. She kissed my chest awkwardly, then she was on her knees with my limp prick in her mouth. She moved aggressively. Hungrily. I leaned back and spread my legs wider. She worked on. My mind was all in a tizzy and was wondering/waiting for his next move. My mind wanted to stare the huge cock and my hands wanted to feel it.I then felt his hand once again on my thigh as he started to caress it again. I sat motionless closing my eyes. He now moved his hand fully over on my thigh and was squeezing & caressing it more passionately in a slow pace. He by his hands trying to make me spread my legs, I resisted it by putting my hands down on his hand. But he was prepared for it and.