She said it was her pussy. I asked if it was a slutty pussy."Yes it is a slutty pussy. It’s your stepdaughter's slutty pussy!" She said as she rubbe... her clit. I began to rub her knee with my cock.With her skirt now completely lifted up, Nat asked me again about the keys as she fingered her hole. Instead, I told her to taste her finger. She sucked her finger and pulled at her nipples with her top now pulled down over shoulders to her belly. I guided her hand off her titties and it began working. I grew up with a grandpa who loved a practical joke so Lilly made me feel more at home.But she really reinforced the importance of proper cleaning as if it was a life and death matter. “The life of the dairy depends on this work. Don’t ever skip steps to finish early. This is disease control, not forgiving if you get lazy.” It wasn’t until we’d gone through each necessary step thoroughly that the mood finally lightened up, re purposed.In a changed mood she relaxed, smiled, moved forward and. It got harder, then it stopped fucking my face and exploded into my mouth. I swallowed convulsively, as ropes of thick syrup flooded my mouth. It trembled a moment, and then pulled away from my mouth. It moved from my face to gently support my upper body. The one on my nipple left to join it’s brother to support me. I was boneless. I wanted to cum so bad. I relaxed against the arms and let the cocks fucking my pussy and ass do their job, as the sucking of my clit drove me wild. Trying to. The horses were hitched to a convenient tree limb, and the men were sitting on the ground in the shed on a tarp, dividing up the loot from the bank.The men were so intent on making sure that each one got his fair share of the loot that no one was keeping watch. We had approached at a quartering angle, so we were able to see into the shed through its missing side and had a pretty good idea of what was going on. We hitched our horses around back on the blind side of the shelter and made our way.