This was a standing service but I felt the need to sit. She bent down to ask what was wrong I think I’m over heated a bit. My family across the way ...ad taken note too, my father made his way over. Maybe you should lay in my car for a bit cool off. She turned and looked at me “I think that’s a great idea I will go with him” and he tossed me his keys.The cool winter air was a welcome relief and started feeling better instantly. I found my father’s car in the lot a Chrysler 300 with a large back. They were so silky and smooth and I could smell the faint aroma of my lotion on his legs. I was so turned on by the fact that he had shaved his legs that I immediately went back to his cock and took it in my mouth and sucked it as I played with his nipple with one hand. He was ready to cum and he was squirming while making those half moan/half whimper sounds. He tried to push me away, but I held both of his hands and pinned them to the bed as my head went up and down in his cock. I knew he was. Being of a somewhat frugal nature, though not entirely by choice, the farmer decided to travel with the absolutely least number of stops, his moving larder being well-stocked with delicacies only a fellow Boer would fully appreciate: Biltong, Droë wors, Stywwe pap and, to keep things moving smoothly, a handsome number of bottles of his best Wit blits thrown in for good measure.Now this Wit blits is something inspired directly from heaven. Every farmer boasting a couple of fruit trees naturally. She had started it and she was going to finish and I would need all my strength to resist the natural temptation to unload my passion in her. Holding me down, fully impaled on me, May rode me frantically, my cock yanked backwards and forwards by her fast thrusting hips. My body trembled, the bed shook with the lust emanating from her tiny body as she quickened towards a noisy climax. She cried out, a loud, lingering cry as her tiny body shuddered on mine, convulsing as pleasure ripped through.