There was no rage this time, only fear. Like a man watching his team fumble around as the clock ticked away, like a captain forced to watch his ship s...nk, so he watched now as a hand slipped under her skirt. Now she writhed, and worked back. The man's shirt was gone, and he helped with his own pants. He skirt was around her waist, and her panties pushed aside.A sudden gag reflex overtook him and he tasted his own bile. But he mastered himself as he had done in so many other situations before;. The next day, Joyce was showing me around the farm, and we ended up in the hayloft. We were sitting on a bale of hay talking.She said, "I saw you playing with your penis last night in the shower. I want to see you do it now."I usually would be happy to do it, but I was embarrassed because I didn't know Joyce that well.I said, "NO." "Then I'll have to tell dad."I thought to myself. Maybe I can make a good deal out of a bad situation. "Ok, but you have to take off your shirt."I knew she wasn't. The pleasure is beyond words, I am delirious with lust as I kiss his face and hump my hips up and down as I meet his thrusts and clamp down with my vagina to pleasure his cock to make him bring forth more of his wonderful fuck-cream.My fuck hole loves his orgasm and the sensation of his sperm as it shoots out and fills me so completely, a hot, burning slime that triggers my own lust to new heights.Under my ass is a big wet spot from our combined fluids, HisI can’t believe how aroused I am but. “And now you know the second reason why my lovers all call me Kat. Purrr!” Kat then gently eased me flat on my back on the motel room bed, and she leaned over me. She kissed my balls, and then she took a long, slow wonderful lick from my balls, up the shaft, and licking so lustily around and around my cock-head. She wrapped her left hand completely around my throbbing cock, and she gazed soulfully into my eyes, as if to ask “May I suck you now?”I nodded my head yes to her unasked question,.