Once again, her juices starting to leak out, and went all over my face, and mixed with the water. The way that she smelled was incredible, and it made...the entire bathroom smell as though a candle was burning.She continued to moan and buck wildly, and more than once she crushed my face into her pussy. I was more than happy to lick her with all my might."Faster, faster, faster. Oh my God, I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming!" With her saying that, I sucked hard on her clit, and her entire body shook. Her moans grew louder and louder. She couldn’t stand, her legs were shaking. She grabbed my hairs more “Deegee, I wanna lie down. I can’t stand.” “No babe, u should not. Just stand and this is fun.” I increased my pace. Her grip on my hairs increased and then moans became louder. She grabbed her right boob in one hand and then her head has gone backward, leaning against the wall. Her legs were shaking more now; it looked like she is going to collapse. She whispered, “Mama, I can’t take it. I burned, figuratively speaking, all my bras that morning.Like all farmers, our days started at 5 a.m. with a healthy breakfast. Breakfast was always a big affair on the Worthington Farm with platters of eggs and bacon or sausages, and stacks of flapjacks to consume before. We all ate together in the kitchen seated around the table that Jethro made in his woodworking shop. It was a cozy arrangement with a leather-covered bench on each side and leather upholstered chairs on each end. Jethro had. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my face up again so I was looking at him from level with his waist. His face was bright red, florid and sweaty. His jowls dripped sweat down his shirt. Without a word he rubbed his now deflating penis all over my face mixing his semen with my tears and my makeup. Then he put his cock inside his pants, zipped up and walked away. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.I lay on the bed sobbing. I looked up through the tears, makeup and semen in my.