The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on my clit and finger fucking me was making me wet. I could feel the wetness seep out from...between his fingers."That's a good little slut." He told me. I was horrified that he was able to make me wet!He repositioned himself back between my legs and I could feel him starting to push inside me with his cock head."You ready for some major penetration, baby?" No please don't do this." My plee fell on deaf ears as he rammed his cock to the. " said the voicein a enthusiastic tone. "Don't worry you'll be enjoying yourself in afew minutes."I didn't hear the last bit of what he said but the way he said it mademe glad that I wasn't able to, a tingling sensation went down my backall the way to my tailbone which caused me to shiver. My pants startedto feel a bit tighter in the back but I was unable to look back and seethe cause, the voice commented on how he always liked my sexy ass whichleft me disgusted. I had no idea what was going. She slowed to a walk as soon as she was out of sight. Tired, she would walk the rest of the way. Looking down, her shirt was still half wet and her tits showed clearly. Her baggy jean shorts hung low on her hips, the beltline just above her pubic hair, exposing her tight stomach. She’d loosened her baler-twine belt so they would ride lower and protect her legs while she was toting hay.She became more alert as she neared the Woodsons. As she crossed in front of their driveway, ol’ lady Woodson. I met him at the pub and he said he was lookin’ for a couple of big blokes to help him load a truck with TV’s and such, and it’s gotta be done tonight.’ ‘While your loadin ’em how’s about stickin one in the back of the car. We need a new TV, Bazza got pissed off when the Wanderers (Western Sydney Wanderers soccer team) got beat and chucked a stubbie at the fuckin referee. Fuckin glass and shit everywhere.’ ‘Why don’t he get you a new one?’ ‘Wot with, he’s never got any money, if he’s not.