Reyna unzipped my pants, and my ragging boner popped out. She sat on my lap and guided me into her dripping wet pussy. She had her back to me. She lea...ed back and let the hem of her dress fall over our laps, so it would seem she was just sitting on my lap, not that we were fucking each other. She didn’t move up and down, she just squeezed my cock with the muscles in her pussy…just like she was milking me with her twat. It was driving me wild. I wanted to fuck her good and hard right there. But. “Is it about the summer programme that we are planning to do sir?” She said innocently. “No my dear, but I have a more depressing matter to discuss with you.” I said. “What is it Mr. Price.?” Again, she asked me with those innocents face. “My dear, have you done anything naughty this week?” I asked her. “Huh? Naughty? What… what are you talking about sir?” She answered while fidgeting on the chair. Her innocent face now looked slightly worried. “Do you like satisfying your sexual curiosity. It was another long journey in the countryside in the middle ofnowhere before they turned off on to another long privatedirt track. In high spirits they chatted and smiled until they saw ameat truck heading out. As they looked they saw women tiedup, eyes wide open trying to mumble something but theydidn't know what to make of it. The driver said don'tworry S&M.As they pulled up they all got out of the minibus to begreeted by a lovely old lady Mrs Smith. Hello my dears. Welcome to my farm.. 'Smooth, smooth pussy ...' His eyes implored an implacable Becky. 'I want to touch myself,' he whispered, finally.Becky laughed. 'You mucky old bastard,' she scoffed, her voice filled with derision. 'You'll be wanting pictures next ...' She regarded her friend who still stood, wide-eyed and afraid next to her. 'What do you think, Adele? Shall we watch the perv pull his plonker? Do you reckon he can get it up?''Becky ...' Adele whispered, her face shocked. 'It's getting out of hand,' she.