. Jack with his mouth buried in her pubic hair, and her thumb rubbing across the swollen head of his penis... Jack with his head full between her wide...splayed thighs, his tongue pressed into the tingling flanges of her tenderly excited femininity and her face twisted grotesquely with the joy of the warm, wet contact... her, now, with her lips on his stomach while she stroked his organ and his testicles... her with mouth poised above the red, seminally-lubricated head of his member... her with. Your fingers began to stroke my smooth lips, gently, making me squirm with pleasure. I could feel my juices begin to flow and you caught them on your fingers at my waiting slit and sucked them into your mouth as you looked up at me. As you tenderly opened my lips and bent to run your tongue down the length of my slit, I moaned in bliss. I knew my hot juice was already flowing onto your tongue and I could feel the beat of my heart pounding in my clit. As I was beginning to feel like it would. I collapsed and fell backwards from the exhaustion. Daddy, however, was not done. He made his way over to the edge of the bed where my legs were hanging out. With both hands he lifted my legs and guided himself into me again. As he thrusts himself into me, he took one hand to jerk off my semi hard cock to full erection. "You're daddy's little slut, aren't you?" he grunted, "You like it when daddy's cock is inside you, right?" Yes daddy" I moaned in pleasure, "I'm daddy's little slut bitch". Doesn’t matter. She’s beautiful in that natural way I wanted to see a woman – make-up-free, hair pulled into a short ponytail, chambray workshirt and oversized shorts, sweaty and speckled with hay because she thinks I shouldn’t have to do the work all by myself, and... “The goats say you don’t sit and talk with them,” she told me.I raised an eyebrow. “I know YOU talk to the goats. They talk back?”“Sure they do.”“And we’re having a baby? You’re mental?”“I commune with nature, sir.”Indeed she.